Lizzie rips the back cover off the book and tacks the picture onto the dart board. Kelsey clears the wall of our mementos, my fun cross stitches and even the picture of my dream shoes, Louboutin Solibria pumps in starshine pink. “You got me a game of darts?” I say. “On Max Hilton’s face,” she says, handing me the darts, which Kelsey has finally liberated. “Oh, yikes!” Noelle exclaims. “You shouldn’t have,” I say. “Go go go!” Kelsey claps. “Kill, pussycat, kill!” Kelsey has the prettiest smile you’ve ever seen when she’s excited. I don’t really want to throw darts, but my friends have gone
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