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Chapter 22: Make These High Heels Work

‘A broken hip or two is nothing compared to what is happening to me’ Katcha rationalizes to herself as she led Goldie through the narrow hallway of her dormitory building.

‘I can’t believe I’d even think about that.’

‘No, if she just trusted me, her chair wouldn’t have broken.’

‘I could have talked my way out of it. My lie sounded solid, right?’

‘Goldie can barely talk. He would’ve been sent out of the dorm after she asked him about his major.’

‘I could have said he was mute, or maybe he was a foreign exchange student. ‘

‘But it’s all over now. Her hip should be the least of my worries’

‘Ironic coming from a med student’

Katcha sighs as she stops in front of her dorm room. She pats the sides of her hips, feeling for a pocket and a lump where she expected her keys to be, but she realizes that she is still in a dress, one that she wore while she watched Charlotte spit out blood. Why her dress remained pristine was beyond her, though it hardly mattered to her anymore. There were
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