I had just gotten off work, and got into the car. My mother looks at me. “For once Rebecca, why cant you dress up!” she demanded.
My mouth dropped in disbelief. “What?”
“Dress up!”
“I just got off work. Why would I be dressed up!” I snapped. I couldnt believe this.
“You are trying to catch a man!” she said.
oh my god!
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