"Melly what are you doing? I dont want to go inside your pocketbook!"
"I'm not your wife, bro. I'm not going to carry you around on my shoulder or inbetween my breasts and look like a fool. If Racheal wants to do that for her husband, thats her problem, but I'm not going to be the laughing stock of my High School just for my pipsqueak brother. You'll just have to deal with it until we get to the mall."
Melly dropped you into her red purse and snapped it shut so you were sealed in darkness. After about a half hour, your eyes fully adjusted to the minimal amount of light and you could see around you. it was filled with makeup, lipstick, perfume and tissues. the usual girly stuff you find in a teenage girls purse. There was also fruity bubblegum, chapstick, tic-tacs, nail files and a whole bunch of other women's accessories.
"Jeez how much stuff can she fit in this tiny purse?"
It was a bumpy ride, but after a while you heard the chit chat of young girls gossiping about the boys in their school and after about 20 minutes the bag was set on the floor and you climbed out to see what store you were in? It was......
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