Sophie barnes
The bookstore ride was over. There was really nothing afterward. I got one of Julian's popular books after Rimon and Ronda had given me close to a fifteen-minute lecture about how it was uncultured of me to not have one book written by ‘my man’ in my possession. The idea of ‘my man’ being the blueprint of our decison at the moment was part of the reason I felt I was wasting my time. The image they had of Julian West outside even after the scandal still hadn't changed that drastically like he had been made to believe. The only time I was reminded of it was when I decided to submit the book for payment at the end of the counter, and they decided to remind me that he was a body shamer.
“Well, he's my man and I know he didn't say that.” I said back to the book clerk or whatever
