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december 12,
he clicks the pen
waving it around
in his hand.
"you truly want to start your shift, tomorrow?" his head tilting.
"yes, i am just very eager to work," i nodded.
"okay," he rummages through a desk, "your schedule should be ready by the time your arrive."
i nod
walking out
my skirt
too short
my shirt
too tight
why do i listen to mimi?
. . . . . . .
"how'd it go?" mimi squealed.
"it went.." i sighed, pausing.
"wait?" she gasped, "don't tell me you didn't make it! that's the sluttiest outfit you have!"
"i..." i mumbled.
"oh, it's okay! ill beat them up for you!" she cooed.
"i.." I started to giggle, "i just pranked you!"
"oh my gosh!" i hear shuffling through the phone, "you're so fucking immature!"
"i know!" i groaned, "see you tomorrow?"
"tomorrow," she hangs up.
tomorrow
a fresh new start.
(filler chapter, next chapter will be more interesting 😋)
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