Summer: I think we need to do a boozy brunch. Willa: I’m. Pregnant. Summer: It’s not always about you, Willa. Willa: Who else would it be about? Summer: Winter just showed up and asked if we could get coffee. I really want to talk to her. But . . . I don’t know what to talk to her about. I need people to run interference. Willa: You can talk about what a piece of shit her husband is? How cute Theo is? Summer: Not touching any of that with a ten-foot pole. Also, Sloane might be dead. She’s just lying on the floor of my gym staring at the ceiling. Willa: Sloane. Pick up your phone. Death isn’t
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I love them sm <3
