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Finn had wanted to find out what was making Vivi seem so worn down. She had wanted to save the day. Instead she ended up staggering out of Knockdown with one arm over Vivi’s shoulders and Will’s arm around her waist from the other side. Worst. Butch. Ever.
If Vivi was serious about being friends, and being Vivi’s friend meant making her laugh with her whole self, Finn could accept that mission.
Finn was twenty-five years old. She’d gotten one interview, so she could get another, and then another, as many as it took. Vivi was twenty-eight and had a job, an apartment, and a car. A whole lot of people made it through with a whole lot less. They could figure it out.

