I fear we have more in common than we think...

I absolutely love your necklace. It's made of what? Hair from your deceased husband. Slay, girl. It's literally so hot in here, I feel like I can't breathe. Why is she looking at me like that? I said what to her with my fan? Guys, it smells really bad out here. That blush color is gorgeous on you, where'd you get it? You're not wearing makeup? Okay, sure. Pick me. He sent you his calling card? Ah, he basically slid into your DMs. So your doctor prescribed you bloodletting. Homeopathic, hmm. These shirtwaists are like really cheap. It's made by a 14 year old who works in a factory for 12 hours? I don't really support fast fashion. So you're telling me that you have an appointment called afternoon tea, where you get together with your girlfriends and you talk about people? No, we do that too, but we call it happy hour.