“Whatever, Dot. We were fifteen. It’s not like you were going to reproduce with one of them.” “Did you stare at me through your window to see how long it’d take me to break?” I squinted, somehow still unable to be mad at her. She mimicked zipping her lips and throwing the key out the window. I pretended to catch the imaginary key and tossed it back to her pointedly. She “unlocked” her lips and sighed in defeat. “Ugh. Fine. Yes. But in my defense, I hardly have any source of entertainment these days. I’ve watched everything worth consuming on Netflix.” I pressed my lips together, fighting a
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