it’s the best way to spend a Saturday night. It’s just not something that intrigues me. Violet still insists on asking, knowing well what my answer will be. “Don’t listen to her. She’s a bitch, and you don’t dance like a stripper. As for Graham, holy shit.” Violet squeals, linking her arm through mine as we walk to our cars. “I’ll see you tomorrow, right?” I nod. “Be safe tonight and call me if you need a ride.” I hate to think Violet would be dumb enough to drink and drive, but things happen. Life happens. “That’s why I love you. Always taking care of my ass,” she says in her sweetest voice
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