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“Please don’t ask,” Gwen said, covered in sticky coffee. “Just another tantrum by a forty-year-old. Who can taste when she has two and a half squirts of hazel instead of two and a quarter.”
“Trust me when I say I wasn’t going to,” Summer replies with a look of disgust. “Ew. Who gets hazel? I have some napkins here if you want them.”














