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But, truth? I al less

In living within whatever e for myself But every which way I turn, I feel my mother’s pull I look in theback So every day I can achieve just a little bit,of a na toward my own independence

I look around at the trio of rateful for each of them

Murphy and Whitney are both stunning in their oay Murphy has jet black hair, coupled with the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen and two of the deepest set dimples in the world, which is sort of a twist of fate since she is one of the , not whiny

Whitney, well, she could walk the Victoria’s Secret’s runway Probably irls jealous, too She’s also ar She finished her degrees concurrently and has gone on to do absolutely nothing with them

That’s her way of telling her parents to go fuck theot her reasons and she also has a trust fund that could run a se?

Adam is the only one of us that actually needs his paycheck, just another one of the differences between our ragtag little group We’re all a bit of a disaster in our oays

“Oh!” Murphy waves a hand in front of her, grabbing our attention “Guess who I saw thisStarbucks for crissake? Who the fuck still goes there, anyway?” Murphy screws up her face with disdain

“Uhhh, everyone” Whitney deadpans and Murphy sticks her tongue out

“Whatever Anyas I saying?”

“Starbucks You were about to tell us——”

“Yes! Guess who I saw?”

Murphy sits there, staring around at each of us, actually expecting us to guess, like there’s soht be able to narrow it down from everyone in the whole world

Murphy s on “No idea, huh? I ran smack dab into Derrick Marcus the thiiiiiiirrrddd” She draws out the word, rolling her eyes until all we see is white But ertips turn cold

If she’s expectingto be disappointed