“Aren’t you pre-med or something, Charlotte?” I ask. “How are you this smart and this bad an influence?” “It’s college,” Charlotte says with a shrug. “ ‘Smart but a bad influence’ describes like half the student body.” “Char?” A male voice calls out from behind a raggedy holly. Charlotte’s face breaks into a wide smile even before she turns around to see the tall red-haired boy walking toward us. He holds a red Solo cup in one hand and a flashlight in the other. “Hey, babe,” Charlotte purrs, and greets him with a giggling kiss. “Char?” I mouth to a grimacing Alice. When they separate,
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