“Hi! It’s so nice to meet you! I’m Whitney,” I said as I reached across my table and shook a woman’s hand. She was nearly vibrating out of her Baylor University tank top. “Oh my god, I’m so excited to meet you,” the girl blurted out as she passed me a stack of paperbacks to sign. “She got me hooked on your books,” the girl said, pointing to the woman beside her. They looked like they could have been sisters, one with short hair in glossy black, and the other with a longer cut. The long-haired woman laughed. “And because she’s forgotten how to breathe, her name is Bristol.” I snickered as I
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