Dad Sent Apples, My Boyfriend Called Me Trash
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"I'm broke and hungry," I texted my family. After thirty minutes, all I got was a photo of a bag of apples, followed by a voice message from my dad: "Picked these myself this morning. Had someone deliver them to you."
Liam, my boyfriend who was serving me dinner, froze. "Your dad’s an upstate apple farmer? So you’re not from some old-money city family?" I shook my head, confused.
He eyed my Chanel outfit with dawning disgust. "This is a university, not a brothel. You’re just a peasant buying knockoffs to trap a rich guy," he sneered before walking away.
