It's not because I hate you, it's just...you make me not like myself.
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Jessica
I find it odd that Alex knew this woman in front of me. Not being rude, but I haven't met a person as...stylish--I hoestly can't explain what type of fashion does this girl have, as this woman in front of me. I was surprised that on the last day of my stay here, I wasn't greeted by an angry dad, but instead, I met another potential headache.
Once my husband left for our 'coffees', this girl named Chloe walked straight on the round table, sat on the first chair she got, crossed her legs like she owns the place, and looked at me with her brow raised. "Sit down. You don't have all day to stand there." she sassily said while gestring for me to sit on the chair beside hers.
Rolling my eyes at this visitor
