I had barely slammed the door behind me when Mabel’s voice cracked through my phone. She had that overly dramatic tone, as if the world were moments from falling apart. “Liliana, just come back! Pop a pill, drink some orange juice, I don’t care, get your butt over here. This night is tragic without you.”I could imagine the helpless expression she had on and I forced a hollow smile. Letting out a tired sigh, I dropped my multiple bags to the floor, tugging my hair out of the messy bun. "Bel, we both know I can’t be there. You want me to be the mysterious guest who infects everyone?” Before she could protest, I let out a loud strained cough. Maybe it was deliberate but who cares?“Oh no,” she groaned. “Don’t you dare cough at me through the phone. That’s evil. You’re spreading it digitally now?”I laughed, resisting the urge to roll my eyes at how dramatic she could be. “Tell the girls I love them. I’m staying home. Feeling sorry for myself.”Their cheers faded, and I ended the call
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