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📌 Waring: T0rture

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Alisha's room looked like someone murdered a strawberry milkshake and decorated her wall

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Alisha's room looked like someone murdered a strawberry milkshake and decorated her wall. Everything was aggressively pink. Curtains? Pink. Bedsheets? Pink. Even her ring light had a pink hue. Even her room smells pink- I mean Bomb & bath or bubblegum cotton candy room freshner.

Her white Persian cat who I'm convinced has more money than me sat like royalty on Dixit's lap, wearing a rhinestone-studded baby pink ribbon collar that screamed My vet bills are your semester fees.

Her cat name is Catrina. I don't even think catrina blinks. She just judges everyone.

"Bro, where's the white sauce pasta?" Dixit asked Alisha, "You said, and I quote, 'come fast I made creamy white sauce pasta with real mushrooms not the poverty cans ones'. I SKIPPED LUNCH."

Alisha, who looked like a semi-feral Barbie doing a spa day, lounged on her bed. She wore an oversized white T-shirt that said "Barbie But Make It Depressed" and pink shorts that matched her walls. There was a green tea face mask on her face.

"I lied." She said.

"Excuse me? You what?" Dixit looked like he'd been slapped by a spatula.

"I needed you two here for something more important than white sauce mushroom pasta."

Before I could even say define important, she walked over and slapped a green goo face mask sheet on my face like a rogue beautician before I could even protest. It felt cold, slimy. I do skincare too but her skincare items are very different. Maybe expensive skincare products are built different.

"Alisha, what the hell-"

"Detox, babe. It's tea tree. Your skin's been giving 'final year law student under trial for murder.' I'm fixing it."

Dixit grabbed a mask from her vanity.

"Not without me. I want glass skin too. Put me in, ladies and lesbians." He slapped it on and lay back like he was at a spa in Paris. "Fuck! Feels so chill on my freshly shaved naked face."

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