It was so staggeringly nasty that I stared in awe. I then got out my phone to make a note of it, and my niece asked, "What are you doing?"
"Writing that down. I've gotta have a character wearing that shirt in the next story I write." I thought it would be perfect for an aloof, bitter, hate-filled character, and the story started writing itself in my head.
Until, that is, my niece said, "Don't do that. Every single girl at my school wears that same t-shirt."
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