![]() “It doesn’t really matter what Justin thinks. They’re like oil and water-it’s just never going to work. It’s gotten so bad that I don’t ever invite them to the same events anymore. She thinks there’s something slimy about him and always loves to give him a quick jab about something or other. He and Jeanette never really got along either. This should have been a red flag months ago and nipped us in the ass. I could be covered from neck to ankle and he would say my shoes were too suggestive. I hear it about my shoes on the regular from him. I know if Justin saw me like this he would probably give me a scolding about what is and isn’t appropriate attire. ![]() What do you think Justin would say if he could see you right now?” “Nothing wrong with showing a little slut now and again, Lays. I’m not sure how she pulls off that tiny waist because the girl could out-eat me any day of the week. ![]() She looks wholesome and sweet when she’s dressed casually, but tonight she’s done up like she’s about to pound the runway. ![]() She makes men take notice when she walks into a room. She’s the picture in your head when you hear the word ‘model’-long, flowing, perfectly tousled blonde hair, sun-kissed skin that makes her aquamarine eyes almost glow. ![]() “Yeah, but it looks longer on your skinny ass whereas my size twelve sucks up some of the important ass-covering length.” “Hey bitchness, that’s my dress you’re wearing,” Jeanette responds, giving me a little smirk. ![]()
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