It can take only one comment, or a single side-eyed glance, to forever put two women who work together at odds. From the very occurrence of it, tainting every sound made, every word uttered, every action taken, in the mind of the other. Each sitting.



Until they resolve it.

Until they settle it.

When the doors lock, and the supervisors no longer supervise. There they tear and torment one another – pulling hair, and ripping blouses – not just on one night, but on many, on any they can, until one rival can take no more – until one rival quits in tears, their cheeks flush with the red-stains of shame.

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