I am Veronica’s ass.
I used to look good in the jeans she’s wriggling into, but that was before Dunkin Donuts opened up down the street. Back when Tony was texting every afternoon and she was taking me to the gym every night, bringing me home all sweaty and slapping that cellulite cream on me. Back when we had an agreement. I was the one constant in her life. I would follow her anywhere.