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“And now for the pièce de résistance” She spun around, kicking the fridge closed, shaking a can of whipped cream in one hand

and holding a jar of maraschino cherries in the other

“A goddess Have I told you that’s what you are?”

“No, but I can’t say I h on top of the fudge and cara out a couple cherries, she set them on top and pushed mine toward me

“Hey, Stell—” Ada up two different ties “Fudge and caramel? What happened? Who died?”

“No one Zara’s having boy troubles,” she said around the spoon in her mouth

“I’ll leave you ladies to it Let me know if you need me” He backed up like he’d walked into a pen of ravenous lionesses I swear there was a smoke plume behind him

Oh no “Were you guys going soe in”

She waved o to a stuffy resident’s dinner where I’d be one of the only people without an MD and no one would speak to me no matter how much Adam tried to pull me into the conversation, or stay here with you and eat ice cream” She held up her spoon

I clinked e, cold, creaoodness, the crunch of peanuts, and s in perfection

“He’s really ?”

“To New York He had an interview up there He was out all last night doing who-knoith who-knoho, standing me up”

She tsked and inhaled her sundae “Bad ive him?”

“He’s leaving”

“I thought you said it was an interview He ht?”