Initiate_me
Strange stories
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- Jul 7, 2014
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I texted my Dad to let him know that I would be in work tomorrow. His reply was simple.
"Finally. Good girl."
It was sick but that made me feel good. Faint praise. And it made me want to do that pathetic job well. Show that I was at least competent. The cab pulled up at my apartment block and I casually handed the driver a fifty, for a twenty-dollar fare, and stepped lightly out of the vehicle with his grateful words chiming in my hear. Easy to please people when you're rich. Cheap to feel good. Everything.... cheap. For good and bad.
"Finally. Good girl."
It was sick but that made me feel good. Faint praise. And it made me want to do that pathetic job well. Show that I was at least competent. The cab pulled up at my apartment block and I casually handed the driver a fifty, for a twenty-dollar fare, and stepped lightly out of the vehicle with his grateful words chiming in my hear. Easy to please people when you're rich. Cheap to feel good. Everything.... cheap. For good and bad.