“Can we please not talk about it?” I almost beg. Willow stares at me a beat before nodding. “Absolutely. We totally don’t have to.” Then, she beams. “Let’s talk about how awesome my husband is.” I breathe in a sigh of relief and sit back. “Oh yeah?” “Uh-huh. He bought me this set of all the Harry Potters. Brand new covers. With illustrations. He says it’s a wedding present. Can you believe it?” Willow is a Harry Potter fiend. Like, you can’t be her friend if you don’t know what Quidditch is and where to find the train that will take you to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Oh, and
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