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’Twas the night before Thanksgiving when all through the office, not a person was stirring, not even Alba from Human Resources trying to get in the last of her ten thousand steps.
“Can I get a glass of your cheapest red wine?” “It’s an open bar…” “I don’t like to live above my means.”
They were delicious. I can already feel them on my hips. And trust me, my hips have already suffered the consequences of a dozen gingerbread cookies and a container of peppermint bark.
Using these kind of insults when your novel is targeted towards young females is disgusting, stop normalizing this in media.