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"Damn is it almost four?" I said to my self checking my phone. I been here since 10 in the fucking morning and a bitch is trying to go home.
"Ooo Miko, when you restocking those lashes and that lip gloss? Them my favorites," Winter said, sipping her slushie from Auntie Anne's.
"Soon, girl. Can't wait to quit this fuck-ass job and put all my focus on the boutique," I replied, tapping my foot impatiently.
"As you should, making boss bitch moves," Winter said, leaning on the cash register next to me as she finished her slushie. Just then, my phone buzzed with a new message.
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𝗠𝗶𝗿 🌚🖤.
Y ain't u tell me yo car was in dat shop I could've brought yo slow ass to work.
Cause I didn't 🤨 why I gotta be slow???
Ain't that witcho is?
Nigga bye get off my phone 🖕🏽
ima pick yo ass when you get off You get out at 4?
Not you tryna pick me up 😏 how tf you even know when I leave work anyways.
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