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y Dean and Jess, the mist lifts, bringing with it a sigh of relief. They are my pals. Friends who, in contrast to the folks in my history, woul

e opposites. It's true that we both have a passion for marketing. But since I consider baking to be my religion and discove

ing, accessories, lips, hair, makeup, nails, and boobs. Jess advertises herself, I suppose, which is what? Her IG and Vlogs are runway success

apped in the past in more ways than one. No matter what, I've been her supporter ever since she changed her pigtails for purple highlig

a twist, however. I've been the subject of his infatuation for nearly as long as our friendship. Nevertheless, he has never been a sleazeba

look down on everyone through his black-rimmed glasses, as he often does. His ego is too enormous to see a problem with

"prefers not to talk about." Typical. But based on what I've gathered over the years, his estranged rich fathe

tolerance for it. We are a peculiar three, yet we manage to get along. They have even helped me out on occasion. After Mom's

was thankful to avoid becoming a statistic in a foster home because she was all I had growing up after my father left. Foster homes may harm children as much as

rweight, people wil

t matter if w

occupation. You'll never be

es, too. I questioned someti

and outside of the house. She had already left when I finally understood how unhealthy our relationship wa

ain to the present as we peruse a downtown bookshop. He switches out t

business where I was working as a temporary administrative assistant closed. I want to work. Desperately. My other

screams out of nowhere, surprising me. I attempt to take

ue eyes intensify and take on a crystal-like sheen. "You can create adorable l

have no ide

examines my loose clothing while grimacing her face as though s

spectacles up my nose. Which mess? Tha

the expensive shoes and handbag really make the outfit pop, it is still too much for a quick trip to the bookstor

ently have an income to accomplish anything so simple, thus I often enjoy browsing spice shelves rather than clothing racks. Eve

nk I'll decline t

kicks do on screen?" Dean mocks me and smiles jokingly before turning to fa

before raising her middle finger to

iggle that is about to come. I'm amazed

d him out," before bursting her bubblegum. "If you want

an using a homosexual porn website in high school, Jess has been making fun of him. Who cares if he had a little bi-curious side? Wer

You name the career, and I promise she has been with someone from the field-politicians, CEOs, cel

all costs. Boys ha

I'm listening now despite having a shattered heart and crying a lot. You can co

was in college, boys continue to approach me. As long as I'm comfortable, how I appear is irrelevant. Additionally, comfort and beauty are seldom compatible in this pla

priate fit. One who prefers a calm evening in my kitchen after a stroll in the park to a club drowning in alcohol on a date. one who loves sex as muc