“Anyway, we aren’t trying to be friends to make a quick buck from the tabloids.” “Then why?” “Dude,” Sage sighs, as if it’s obvious. “You’re our fourth.” I furrow my brow. “Fourth what?” “You’ve never watched The Craft? 1996 cult classic?” I shake my head, which makes her jaw drop, like I’ve just told her I’ve committed a crime. “Movie night is in the books for this weekend. I can’t in good conscience let you walk further into this world without watching Fairuza Balk dominate,” she orders. “But for now, just know you’re our fourth. If it takes you some time to warm up to that idea, so be it.”
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