Always
“Thank you.”
Reaching out, I hug my best friend slash roommate slash older sister from different mister tightly. “Oooh, my baby is growing up,” Mo croons in my ear. “She have a boyfriend now.”
“Mo!” I shriek. “Don’t jinx it.”
She lets out another set of laughter. “Chill out, girl. Que sera sera, okay? Whatever will be, will be,” she cites a saying that is her daily mantra. Her laugh fades when Mo reads the serious note in my face. She huffs. “Sorry, sorry. You and your superstition.”
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