FOUR TIMES THE TROUBLE
I watched as Phoebe dolled herself up once again, a habit I had gotten used to, she would spend hours in the bathroom, scrub,shave and apply a whole load of make up.
Daphne was already dressed for sports, her navy blue shorts hugged her hips revealing her thick thighs but her shirt was baggy, falling over the shorts , letting it peak out.
“We're so going to be late” Daphne groaned and I pulled out my sportswear. I had just gotten out of the shower and still had my towel wrapped around me and my hair yet to dry.
I held up the grey shirt in front of me. I grabbed a sports bra and pulled the shirt on, but it hooked on my neck. I made a groaning sound as I tried to force it down but heard a ripp
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