Page 17 of Blindsided

Tilly: You have no idea. Even on the days when I’m not walking, I have obligations and appearances. The parties are the worst. I wake up at five a.m., work all day, attend the evening gatherings until I can hardly keep my eyes open, and then two hours later, I’m up again to do it all over. You’d think, since they prioritize beauty, they’d let us get some sleep. Instead, we’re all walking around like starving zombies.

Tilly: If we’re not careful, a few of these models are going to turn feral.

Me: I just imagined that scene in “Mean Girls” where the lunchroom turns into the jungle, and all the people start attacking each other.

Tilly: *laughing face* You’re not far off. We’re one wrong comment away from a catfight.

Me: Hmm. Kinky. Take a video for me if it happens.

Tilly: *GIF of a guy getting punched in the face*

Me: Ouch! I was just kidding.

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Me: You dirty, dirty girl. TWO guys at one time? What would your brother think?

Tilly: *gasp* You wouldn’t.

Me: I would. I think he needs to know about his sister’s reading habits.

Tilly: I’ll tell him you’re reading the same books.

Me: *GIF of a woman gasping in offense* I would never! He’d never believe you.

Tilly: Dammit! Fine. What do you want?

Me: With all this power, I have to think about it. I’m not going to waste my chance.

Tilly: You get three seconds or the offer is gone.

Me: That’s not enough time!

Tilly: 3

Me: Wait, that’s not fair.

Tilly: 2

Me: Just… let me think!

Tilly: 1

Me: A back massage!

Me: Wait, no! Shit, that’s not what I want.

Tilly: Too late. That’s what you asked for.

Me: Fuck.

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Tilly: I have to tell you something.

Me: Uh-oh. What happened?

Me: Tilly?

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