It takes me one minute of watching her shouting at the officials to let go of the fact that she doesn’t want to talk to me about her dance partner, and another four to realize she might be my favorite person to watch hockey with. By the time the third period rolls around, Jennie’s hoarse from yelling, my stomach aches from laughing, and I’m not even bothered about missing the trip. “If all you wanted to do was watch the game, you shoulda bought tickets like everyone else. You suck, ref.” She tosses a piece of popcorn at the TV, then a whole handful at me. “Stop laughing at me.” “I can’t.
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