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You know…like how you hate everything they think is great and wish they’d find so you about relationships and shitI turn around again, desperate to block him out as my sister blathers on Unlike Luke, Em is easily convinced by my act and dives into the next order of business—Kate’s bachelorette party She gives , no strippers—and I’estions

Luke finally gives up and heads back for his apart with a thunk behind him

He’s not actually angry or anything—I know, because we’ve been doing this same dance for the last fifteen years of our friendship, and he hasn’t gotten fed up with me yet

Still hoping for a distraction in the form of the USPS, I pick up a thick envelope that has a Vermont return address of someone by the name of Callie Caister, but when it does…my eyes damn near pop out of my head and tumble onto the counter

Callie Ca, irl Callie?

What in the hell and tarnation is she doing sending et my New York address?

Curiosity officially piqued, I open the envelope and pull out a thick, fancy invitationYou’re Invited!

Lakewood High’s Fifteen-Year Reunion

Dece h school reunion I’d rather have all of my teeth removed and sport dentures for the rest of h that event Sure, I’h school, but I don’t need to go to my reunion to catch up with the Camden—period

I rip up the outer envelope and scoop the entire contents in both hands, propping the phone between my shoulder and my ear and head for the trash I step on the pedal to lift the lid, poised to let her rip, but a small piece of paper falls out of the bottom of the stack and flutters to the floor Brow furrowed, I unfold the fancy, flower-embossed stationery and read the noteAva,

I a reunion!

Call ure out all of the details! (555-143-6789)

Can’t wait to see you in December!

XOXO, CallieCar tires and records screech, and a gap opens up in the space-tier did I just read?

Help plan the reunion? Me?

No no no no no no I don’t think so

Where in the hell did she get the idea that I would?