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I nod, an involuntary hand skating topain

I don’t knohy I seriously thought getting here early meant Carly would too, but whatever part of

Now, it seems, all I can do is wait

“Coo inside for a little while”

I nod

I can only hope e, and that time, the fickle fucker, will move fast

Chicago, IL, November 6th, Friday

Carly

The sun is heading toward the horizon for nightfall, and the sky showcases hues of pinks and oranges and purples and blues And I stare out theasoff fro for sunny Florida The plane jolts a little as we speed into the air, quickly accelerating and rising in altitude

“You want anything?” Willow asks, sitting in the ht of mine

“Want anything? What do youdown to pull her purse out from underneath the seat in front of hers to actually hear my question

Once her big-ass Louis Vuitton bag is in her lap, she elbows rimace

“Shit, Willow Mind your bows”

“Sorry,” she apologizes, but it’s half-assed at best Her hands ruthy period of tiainst theand ood for conversation, but it’s also good for injury avoidance

“What on earth are you doing?” I question, and she glances up frolare at me

“Organizing ure out what I want to eat first,” she retorts, and I lean forward to look inside her bag

I shit you not, the daanization station filling the center of it And everything has a specific and labeled place, even her fucking loot of snacks

“You’re so type A, it’s not even funny,” I tell her on a laugh, and she rolls her eyes