“Let’s make a pact. If anyone hassles our sisters tonight, we confront them and handle it with necessary means, according to how antagonistic they are towards us.” She lifts up her dress. “Whoa whoa,” Lo says. “Jesus, Rose, no one wants to—oh.” She has a knife strapped to her thigh. “What, you plan on fucking shanking someone tonight?” I’m suddenly worried. Uneasy. Concerned. All of the fucking above. She’s clearly scared about a public outing. We all haven’t taken one together in a long time, not like this. We’re headed to the Hamptons where some famous singer invited us to her Halloween
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