The "IT'S"

Then, her voice took up a puzzled tinge

“But, I really didn’t get it for you. I saw it on your table. I haven’t even been home for weeks, you should know that.”

“Ohhh cut it, you’ve obviously been home. I can’t keep reminding you to leave your things on your side of the room, and mine, on my side. I can’t keep cleaning up after you.”

In no time, my hands had worked out the clothes I’d hidden at the back of my drawers, and taking a second look at them, there was no way any of her ratty friends could afford them

“Say that they aren’t yours now. The combs too, also, I thought you were allergic to powder.”

And turning to stuff them back in I heard her say, in her most flippant voice,

“They aren’t mine”

then she flopped back onto the bed, in her usual, uncaring state. Unwilling to give a response, yet irked, I said