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I glanced at them both Avery humming to the music, Sheila already pulling up directions on her phone and realized something strange:
That party sucked.
But this?
This right here might be the best part of the night.
The Chinese spot was tucked between a laundromat and a liquor store, with a faded red sign that read Golden Phoenix and a neon "OPEN" sign buzzing weakly in the window. Inside, it smelled like garlic, soy sauce, and fried heaven.
We grabbed a booth by the window the kind with cracked leather seats and sticky menus and ordered everything that looked remotely edible. Orange chicken, spring rolls, spicy lo mein, shrimp dumplings, extra sauce on the side. Avery sweet-talked the tired-
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