you round up Congress while at Winnie mumbled, going back to “Why don’t you’re it.” writing. It had slipped out of her mouth before she could stop herself. slowly rose Auden’s eyes from the issue of been poring over. Vogue she’d she coolly asked. “Excuse me?” Looking straight at her, Winnie replied, just saying that not really a big deal. “I’m it’s Just pick an outfit.” Her brows furrowed. get what your problem is, Winnie. I really “I don’t don’t.” have a “I don’t problem.” you just “Yes, do. You’re different now.” Winnie answer, trying to ignore her until eventually shut up, but Auden kept didn’t she’d going. just been something wrong, something off and I know how to explain it. “There’s don’t The fact that you even tell me proves can’t it.” Winnie repeated. “I. Don’t. Have. A. Problem.” “Yeah, keep telling yourself that.” All the growing irritation Winnie had built up started bubbling into anger and at this last remark, it erupted out of her like steaming lava. really pissing me off. I have a problem because I want to hear “You know, you’re don’t about your life problems every second of the do I wear, who do I go out with, what day? ‘What do I put on really changed, just the fact that sick of it all. my eyebrows?’ If anything’s it’s I’m telling you to get over she snapped. I’m it,”
“Why don’t you round up Congress while you’re at it.” Winnie mumbled, going back to writing. It had slipped out of her mouth before she could stop herself. Auden’s eyes slowly rose from the issue of Vogue she’d been poring over. “Excuse me?” she coolly asked. Looking straight at her, Winnie replied, “I’m just saying that it’s not really a big deal. Just pick an outfit.” Her brows furrowed. “I don’t get what your problem is, Winnie. I really don’t.” “I don’t have a problem.” “Yes, you do. You’re just different now.” Winnie didn’t answer, trying to ignore her until she’d eventually shut up, but Auden kept going. “There’s just been something wrong, something off and I don’t know how to explain it. The fact that you can’t even tell me proves it.” “I. Don’t. Have. A. Problem.” Winnie repeated. “Yeah, keep telling yourself that.” All the growing irritation Winnie had built up started bubbling into anger and at this last remark, it erupted out of her like steaming lava. “You know, you’re really pissing me off. I have a problem because I don’t want to hear about your life problems every second of the day? ‘What do I wear, who do I go out with, what do I put on my eyebrows?’ If anything’s really changed, it’s just the fact that I’m sick of it all. I’m telling you to get over it,” she snapped.
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