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Author: Miss Sharon
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"I swear to God, Ivy Martinez, if you don't wake up right now, I'm going to shave your head bald and donate your hair to make wigs for rich white ladies."

The voice was familiar, loud, and completely insane. Even through the fog in my brain, I knew exactly who was talking.

"We made a pact in high school that we'd live together until we're old and gray, sitting on a porch somewhere judging young people and eating ice cream for breakfast. You think you can escape from this world and leave me alone with all these idiots? Hell no."

Maya. My crazy, beautiful, fierce best friend who'd probably fight God himself if he tried to take me away from her.

"I already bought matching rocking chairs, you selfish bitch. They're purple with little flowers on them, and if you die, I'm going to have to return them and explain to the furniture guy that my best friend chose death over spending our golden years gossiping about our neighbors."

I tried to smile, but my face felt like it was made of cement. Ev
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