Dear world,
Please stop perpetuating the myth that girls and women are the gossips. Today's rail trip is ample proof that vapid college boys are major contributors to the judgmental, empty headed rating.
Incidentally, was fate seating them near me some kind of homicide by vixen project? Because my skirt is white and they're sizable boys. So really, I object to serving as a clean up girl unless fate pays my dry cleaning bill. Blood is hard to get out of fabric, you know.
Love,
Me.
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