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“You know I always wanted to play Dorothy and now’s my chance. I’ve really nailed the Transatlantic accent. I’m ready for your vision. Even if it'll go straight to DVD— wait.” Amity replies, stifling a laugh, her sour mood instantly going away. Whatever was going on at least it brought the two of them together again. There were no more secrets. “I would say I won’t throw up in any bushes this time but honestly? No promises.”
“Right so, hear me out: we get David Lee Roth and we make him the Scarecrow.” Henri motioned in the air, as if she was seeing a vision up in lights. “We can braid your hair and everything. Oh god, don’t remind me, remember my twenty-first? We stumbled home from the Afterglow holding hands and sat down in town square and fell asleep? I threw up on Town Hall steps.” Henri giggled loudly at old memories, looking at Amity with nothing but love “i’ve missed you, Am.”