Hello?
Done shopping?
So done. I feel like I was the boyfriend in this situation and man, I pity them.
Boyfriends?
Only the ones that get dragged around shopping.
I see, so I'll never expect you to do that then?
Never. I promise.
Right.
I mean it, I'm exhausted and I don't have the satisfaction of money well spent.
It's a pity. And that is what my life has turned into. My mom and I are actually at a boutique. I'm waiting for her.
I understand your pain.
She's modelling cocktail dresses for me.
She models the dresses for you?
Not like she has a date to do it. -that's a nice colour-
You sure? I feel-
Mom, the last four have all been decent, so far that's my favourite.
Then this one it is.
Good.
Wow... I thought you were kidding.
I wish I was kidding. Maybe that's why I don't have friends, I hang around my mother too much.
She sounds cool though. Like she would take you to a club or something.
No, my father would do that. And trust me, I don't want to go any place he frequents.
Why?
Too many drunk people, rich ones, who if you piss off will find a way to ruin your life.
Jeeze.
Exactly. Oh, we're moving to another store. I'll call you later.
Sure, have fun.
Not bloody likely.
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