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Not in a hundred years. There was just no way. From the minute you saw her, you knew everything you needed to know about that woman. She was a schemer, she was ghetto, she was the worst kind of liar, and a friendship between the two of you was Not. Going. To. Happen. In a hundred years.

  You only wanted a job. You needed a little spending money, a way to put food on the table, something to do...