JessaRetail therapy was one of those phrases that sounded way cuter in theory than it felt in practice.In theory, it was girls laughing in a montage, swinging shopping bags, sipping something with whipped cream, walking out of stores like we belonged in a magazine.In reality?It was fluorescent lighting, unforgiving mirrors, and the kind of dressing rooms that made you question every life choice you’d ever made.Still… here I was.Because Mariah needed this.And if she needed distraction, then I could be brave for an afternoon.Even if shopping was basically my personal version of psychological warfare.Mariah marched through the mall like she owned it, her ponytail swinging, her energy a little too sharp in that way that told me she was trying not to think.“Okay,” she announced, clapping her hands once. “We are not going home yet.”I groaned dramatically. “Mariah. I already came. That should count as friendship points.”“It counts as friendship points,” she agreed, completely unb
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