The Comprimise

“No.” I simply said as she stepped out of the dressing room.

“Why not?” she countered.

“It’s way too short.”

She folded her arms in obstinate defiance and responded, “But I look cute in it.”

I snorted. “Fine, go ask your mother.”




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