I was at the photo shoot, posing in my outfits as usual. I could see everyone admiring me - of course, why wouldn't they? I'm amazing. I'm perfect. But as I was heading back to my studio room, someone bumped into me, spilling their drink on my clothes. I was furious. I glared at them and snapped, "What the hell is wrong with you? Can't you see where you're going?"
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