I flopped backward onto the bed, phone wedged between my shoulder and ear, staring up at a ceiling that still felt like it belonged to someone else."Okay, but how big is 'big,' exactly," Samantha said, and I could hear the crunch of chips on the other end. "Give me numbers. I need numbers.""I don't know, Sam, big. Like — my closet is bigger than my old bedroom.""Shut *up*.""I'm serious. There's a whole wall just for shoes. Shoes I don't even own yet, apparently, because there were three bags in there when I got here that I didn't buy." I rolled onto my stomach, kicking my feet up behind me. "My mom said it's a 'welcome gift.' I think Richard just told someone to buy a teenage girl things.""Okay, rich people are unwell," Samantha said. "I need to see this closet. Send pictures. Actually no — send a video. A tour. I want the full experience.""I'll do you one better, I'll FaceTime you when you visit.""When am I visiting?""Whenever you want, there's like four guest rooms.""*Four.
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