After posting on Twitter, Jane Sampson looked at the mess inside the box, raised her eyes toward James Black, and pouted, "Tomorrow, when you head out, help me throw this box of trash downstairs. But, make sure to leave the box for me. The box is expensive, you know."
"Alright." James Black's voice was low as he glanced toward the cloakroom and thought for a moment before reminding Jane Sampson, "Are you sure you want to throw away all the stuff from D's?"
"Throw it all away, throw it all away! Not keeping even one!" Jane Sampson waved her hand angrily, "Just looking at their stuff pisses me off. I'm a little fairy, how could I use products from a company that makes me so mad?"
James Black tidied up the mess on the floor, stuffed it into the box, then stood the box upright and placed it next to him. He added, "I remember there's still D's lipstick in that box of yours."
"Which box?" Jane Sampson's face was blank with confusion.
