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nose ran. She gasped for air between wails.
“You can’t do that!” she screamed, her voice breaking. “I have a brand! I have forty thousand Instagram followers! I have sponsorships! I have a collaboration with a jewelry company! Who do you think you are? You can’t just—”
“I’m the woman whose son you slapped,” I said, my voice cold enough to freeze water.continue reading …
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