RESURRECTED?
Something is scribbled across it in Rachel's handwriting.
"Lies and secrets, they are like a cancer in the soul. They eat away at what is good and leave only destruction behind".
"This sounds like something an Arrowverse or Marvel character would say", I laugh at Rachel.
"Cassandra Clare", Rachel calls out.
"Don't know her."
"She's one of my favorite authors. She wrote The Mortal Instruments."
"Never thought of that either", I shrug. "Where are you with your speech?"
"Literally nowhere."
"Do you want to go grocery shopping? Your fridge is empty and I'm having this weird craving for gummy worms", I suggest, not wanting to spend a second longer watching Rachel write her speech.
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