“Look, I already told you to stay away from me. There is no need to come over here and touch any of these fucking dresses at any time. Now go over there and deal with your own shit before I seriously snap, and you meet a side to me I’ve been keeping under wraps this year... I will fuck you up, and you won’t like it.” I snap at Melissa, the mousy brown-haired devil’s sidekick to Olivia’s crew, as she again plays at eating her greasy food beside my hanging rail of dresses.

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