OOPS! I SENT IT TO MY BAD BOY STEPBROTHER !
“Because rich people look at poor people in the brain with extra sympathy, if I were in the brain, struggling shivering from the cold, somebody would’ve given me more money.”
“Oh, Meave.” I slap your hands to my face and an exasperated smile on my lips.
“Would you let me take you there someday? You could make bank.”
“I think I’m good.”
“Well, let me continue!” she snaps, snatching the bag of chips from my hands before stuffing her mouth. “So I leave everything and run to you without even thinking about it. And it’s rush hour, so the cars aren’t even stopping for anyone.
I help her cross the road, and next thing I know, this sweet old lady tells me I look like what her grandson would fall int