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Chapter 28.
"Are you guys official?" I ask Simone as I flip over the pancakes on the pan.
"Well, he asked me out a week ago and I told him I needed time to think. And then this morning I went to his room wearing his sweater and I was like 'hey, do you like this sweater?' and he was like 'yeah' and then I said 'thanks, it's my boyfriend's'. Then he smiled and like picked me up and hugged me."
"Oh my God, that's so sweet."
"That's so cliche," Lacey forks a pancake into her mouth.
"I say you're jealous," Simone crosses her arms over her chest. "I say you probably met a good guy too but the Dora in you still want to explore."
"Did you just call me a hoe?"
"Maybe I didn't. Maybe I did."
Lacey's eyes narrow into slits. "Well, fuck you too."
She forks another pancake into her mouth and walks out on us, slamming the kitchen door in a loud thud.
"Did you see that? What's wrong with her?" Simone
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