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clothes?
                  Grab your toothbrush and sexy underwear and pick me up. We can hit the outlet mall on the way.
                  I looked in my underwear drawer and cringed. I was pretty sure cotton boy shorts did not qualify as sexy. I don’t have sexy underwear either. I haven’t had the need for sexy anything in the past five years.
                  Geeze. Grab your toothbrush and come get me. I will be ready in half an hour.
                  Fine. See you soon.
    I shot a text to Remy letting him know I was leaving early and then one to Troy letting him know I had the Cyn situation under control and for him to let Blue out for me.
                  Not listening completely to Cyn, I did grab some of my not sexy underwear, pajamas, favorite blue jeans and all my bathroom crap. I made a quick “Men Suck” play list and headed over to Cyn’s. This was going to be interesting.
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    Meg
                  I rolled up to Cyn’s house with Kelly Clarkson blasting, singing “Walk Away” and saw Cyn standing at the end of her driveway yelling into her phone.
                  “No, Asshat! You listen to me. I am going out with Meg and I am going to kiss every guy I see and I am not even going to think about you!” She shouted.
                  I tried to remember if I threw my chapstick in my bag thinking Cyn was going to need it if her plans involved kissing every guy she saw.
                  “Yes I am going with Meg! She was right about you! I should have listened to her!” At this point I had popped the truck and Cyn threw her bag in and slammed it shut. “Don’t you call her a bitch, you ASSHAT! I fucking hate you. I hope you get fucking herpes and your dick falls off!”  Cyn flung open the door and dropped into the seat and slammed the door shut. “You had a small dick anyway. I faked it every time!” Cyn threw her phone at my dash and screamed.
                  “Hey.” I really had no idea what the hell to say.
                  Cyn ran her hands through her hair and looked at me. “Hey.”
                  “Did he really call me a bitch?” I asked. Because really, he cheats on Cyn and he thinks he can call me a bitch. Asshat.
                  “Yeah. Fucking Asshat.’ I knew we were friends for a reason. She totally had my back even in the middle of her own crisis. ‘He was trying to tell me it wasn’t what it looked like, that he was just helping the slut put her earring in. Asshat.”
                  “Amen girl.” I chimed in.
                  “Alright, let’s go. You need slut clothes and I need a drink. Drive.” Cyn ordered.
    I drove.
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    Meg
                  We hit the Outlet Mall and got outfitted for our night. Cyn pretty much took over shopping for me and I just stayed in the dressing room trying clothes on as she threw them at me.
                  I snagged two kick ass pairs of Silver jeans at Maurices (Yay, clearance!), then hit up Lane Bryant and I fell in love with my new demi bra with white pleating, black satin lining and lace sides that put the girls in a position they hadn’t been in for years with a matching Satin Cheeky Panty in black. Lastly, we stormed through Torrid, where I found a leather studded black peplum top that was going to look amazing with my new jeans.
                  Cyn needed new “Slut Shoes” so on the way out we quickly ran into DSW where Cyn got a pair of Jessica Simpson four inch spike heels that were a mish mash of black straps criss crossing over the top of her foot, that even I had to say were to die for. I picked up a pair of three inch wedges that had two thick straps going over the top of my foot and wrapped around my heel. They were black and studded all along the straps. I freakin’ loved these