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I give her a long calculating look, my head scanning through the amount I have saved up in my savings. "How much would it cost me?" I asks fearing for the worst. Knowing the type of person Paisley is, I am certain she wouldn't purchase low-quality clothings like I am used to. Which would automatically mean the pricing for the dress could cost me the price for twenty of my regular clothings. "Ten Red Wood coins." She replies immediately and my eyes shoot open in a ridiculous stare. Ten Red Wood coins! That is literally the price for a cheap meal at Macy's cafe. Too fucking cheap!

She emptied her purse belongings into a large Marc Jacobs shoulder bag in black leather. Meredith checked the time and grabbed another bottle of water and a couple of granola bars and tossed them into her purse as she headed to the door. She put on her Yves Salomon sand-colored parka. It was lined with fur and perfect for the snow fall that had taken place over night.

“I’m not using your card, anyway. You don’t have to feel pained about it.” “Even if it’s not my money, I can’t just watch you spend your money like this.” Myka had thought that Carol had lost her mind when she bought all the handbags from the two stores to distribute to the employees as benefits, even though she had managed to get the platinum-colored bag she wanted as well. “Carol, do you have any other interests other than spending your money?” Myka chased after her and asked. Carol took a look at the Yves Saint Laurent store not far away and remembered that Myka had said that she had only a limited number of lipstick colors. “Come on. Let’s go look for other entertainment.”

“I need a tissue.” Megan dug into her purse. “I brought a box.” She whacked it onto the table between them. “This Louis bag is great. Stylish and you can fit a bottle of wine, a box of tissues, and half a make-up case inside it without destroying how it hangs. And I got it at an estate sale,” she added with satisfaction. “At a fraction of what it would have cost to buy.”

It was dangerous. “There is a new edition of that Balenciaga hoodie I wore last time. I wanted to get my hands on it.” Her shoulders slouched. “Why do they have to get all the good stuff like months before we do? By the time they’re imported here, we’d only be getting the scraps no one wants!” I laughed, “I’m pretty sure that’s not how it works, Mads.” "You know, I bet Macy's is going to be packed with people." She added, facing forward, “If I could just hop in one of those white vans and beeline for those stores, I totally would. And no one would even notice.”

The weight of our situation pressed down, heavy and suffocating. It was then, amidst the debris of a collapsed building, that Kelly unearthed it – a small, tarnished silver locket. It lay half-buried in the dust, its surface scratched and worn, yet somehow managing to retain a faint, almost ethereal glow. We gathered around it, the faint glimmer a stark contrast to the surrounding darkness. Inside, nestled amongst the faded velvet lining, was a single, faded photograph.

Once again, I looked down at the bags that held my loot with a racing heart and an abundance of happiness. I didn’t even know where to start with the more than ten bags Mace had lugged up here for me; even the bags were pretty. None of those cheap plastic things I was used to, but elegant shopping bags that looked like they should be kept forever with their stenciled designs proclaiming the names of the stores, some of which I could only dream of shopping in before and some I’d never even heard of.

“I need a tissue.” Megan dug into her purse. “I brought a box.” She whacked it onto the table between them. “This Louis bag is great. Stylish and you can fit a bottle of wine, a box of tissues, and half a make-up case inside it without destroying how it hangs. And I got it at an estate sale,” she added with satisfaction. “At a fraction of what it would have cost to buy.”

She seemed asexual. When we got back to the hotel Monica and Karen were already there. I had spoken telepathically with them to tell them of our plans to shop. We spent almost every bit of the money. I bought sexy lingerie and underwear. I bought Apple Bottoms as well as Dolce and Gabbana. I bought Jimmy Choo and Prada. Julie had bags of spiked chokers and patterned tights. She bought combat boots and leather pants as well as expensive T-shirts bearing rock stars and anime characters. After we showed off our new things, I addressed my ladies.