The Birthday Tank Top story didn't just end with me receiving it. Oh no! There's more!
When I got back home, true to my word, the tank top (box and all) was jammed in the back of my closet. After that the details are a little blurry... I said something to dad about it, unfortunately I don't remember what I said. BUT I DO REMEMBER that I came home later that week and found that my closet had been rifled through and the tank top was GONE! Was this my answered prayer from God? Did a very unfashionable thief break in and steal the tank top?! Yes and No. Fucking-C had come into MY room, thrashed around MY closet, and took MY (ew) birthday tank top. Then she took that tank top across the street where she had bought it, returned it, and bought something FOR HERSELF!!! How do I know this? Cause after they finally left to go back to WA, I went into their bathroom and found the exchange receipt on the counter! Haha! There is something seriously wrong with this person!
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