“You mean the story about that time the smoke detector went off and we all had to run out of the house in the middle of the night because Jane and her boyfriend set her curtains on fire, and Jane wouldn’t give us any details besides blaming it on a butt plug?” I deadpan. “I blamed it on a butt plug and my Cherry Nights scented candle.” Jane glares while the three of us scream with laughter. I forgot about the candle part. “I c-can’t believe you have a-a-a candle called c-cherry nights,” Iz stammers. They’re laughing so hard they’re wiping tears off their face. “It sounds like a-a-like a...” I
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