Okay, so we're supposed to look "nice and presentable" every meeting day that happens once a week. I sacrifice my skin to wear some nice pinstripe pants (my thighs began to crack and bleed by the way) and then I see Heather, Queen bee of all, who is wearing a grungy sweatshirt and a pair of faded jeans, and I silently flip shit. I just spent the
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