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“Forget something?”
“Yeah,” Trisha said a bit breathless. “Your surprise.”
Rebecca waved her off. “I’ll get it from you later. Go dance.”
“No, it’s coming here. I just wanted to be here to yell surprise when it shows up.”
“What is it?” Rebecca asked, suddenly confused by Trisha’s description. It was coming to join them at the club, but it wasn’t a person?
“You’ll see. When it gets here, just imagine me yelling surprise! You’re going to drop dead.” Trisha laughed and waved, running back toward the dance floor.
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