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Ice Cream and Fever Dreams
I drew the thick grey blanket closer to me and hugged my comfort pillow tighter. My heart rate increased with the tempo of the music that played. Whoever chose the soundtrack for this movie knew what they were doing and, they deserve a raise immediately. Zack reached for the pillow I had a death grip on and placed it on my lap, then he laid his head on ut.
''Zack,'' I whined.
He shushed me, his eyes not leaving the screen. I shook my head and decided to run my hands through his hair, I needed something to distract me from this anxiety-inducing film. Lucas held onto Emma's shoulder as she half hid in his armpit. Earlier we ate the delicious pasta Zack brought with some frozen cheesy bread that was stuffed to the back of our freezer, we decided to waste time by watching a film. As expected, Zack and Lucas argued over what to see for a solid ten minutes before Emma went online in search of a random movie generator, and thus this film was put to play.
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