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* 6 weeks is the typical return policy.

[She giggles]

* We have the same concept here. Cheap, reliable until after the return policy, make it seem like the buyer's fault.

* Oh and using words like new and improved, best, really all that jazz that I know you know about.

[She thinks for a moment before nodding. She hums, tapping the side of her head with her pen.]

* Yeah. I mean this bluse makes it seem like people were washing it wrong with threads that fray and colors that slowly bleach out.

* As long as they last 6 weeks, things are golden
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// YEAHHHHHH

// Tucking you in giving you headpats.

[She hisses when she hits the wall. Slowly sliding down it. She winces, slowly getting back up while shaking. Grabbing the pen out of her pocket.]

* Fuck off. You fucking suck. I fucking hate you

* Because you called me weak!!

[And now she's trying to kick him]

[She smiles at him.]

* It's simply business. Make it cheap, sell it for expensive, make a profit. Plus what will they do? Sue us? They can't because we use the weasel words.

// Indeed it is

* I hate it here man.

[She keeps trying to pull away as she glares at him]

* Let me go asshole!

[She tries to pull her hand away]

* Utter fucking bitch of a boss.

[But she was blinded by anger. She went to punch him in the stomach with a crazed look on her face]

// I carnally crave her.

Sorry must have been the wind

* . . . Are. You. Calling. Me. Weak. You. Bitch?

[Slow turn with a glare. Winding up her arm]

* How about you fuck off? I'm only speaking the truth. He needs a good right hook to his nose.

* Yeah after they've been hit a hundred times.

* Yeah. By hitting him because he's a disgusting freak

* Ugh don't remind me of that. I hated those days.

[She huffs, shaking her head]

* Simple. These things are designed to fall apart quickly so that people will buy more of them. The material is weak, the thread is weak.