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or the future? The girl who had promised to protect her younger sister? The girl who had told said younger sister to pursue her dreams cause she was a

t afford to lose. My arms looked like sticks poking out a snow man's sides. With another sigh, I pulled my hair up into a tight and efficient ponytail. I needed a haircut. Mayb

of my skin, the scratches on my arm from wrangling Mrs Doreen's hellish cats. With a cheerful nod that I didn't feel, I grabbed my purse and left for work. Another shitty Monday trying to

, nothing had ever happened to me. I'd even become passing friends with the two buff women who were sat on the tail of a red truck smoking everyday I walked by. Sometimes I suspected that it wasn't just a hab

al. One of them had super long bottle red hair, the other had shorn, dark hair. They looke

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t hang outs when you worked the amount of hours I worked and was dead to the world the rest of the time. I didn't think I even knew how to take a break or let loose anymore. What would I even contribute to a conversation

buttons were undone to nearly my stomach and my hair was let loose. I had a great rack that kept the tips coming even though sometimes I'd rather sli

pty. A few people lingered at the bar, a cou

as the manager and a generally nice guy and fair boss. I nodded and made to walk aw

aby," my head swam with this info. Were we all going

e lost it in a bet. Just be careful up there. The new owner

d be packed or even better, on Friday night. That was the busiest night of probably every club or night establishment. Work was calm that night. The VIPs were more respectful and Molly didn't show up so I was raking in a lot of

ick look. Trust fund baby in a too expensive suit, too much hair product and cl

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en an envelope of fifty dollars by Jared and a pitiful smile. The only reason charges weren't being pressed was because the asshole didn't want to bring his father's attention to

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and I couldn't let my sister realize how bad it was or she'd insist on leaving school. I knew her, and as much as she wanted to be a doctor, she also had a bleeding heart and would never tolerate me working to the bone so she could live her dream. I could probably become a sex worker or s

ing, then I broke down on the staircase cause the elevator