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"Hey, A." The voice on the other end of the phone is familiar, but only vaguely, it seems.

"Lacey?"

"The one and only. So, listen. Jessica McAlister is hosting a killer party this weekend. I was thinking we could go together."

We both know you deserved it.

I shudder. It was a different time, a different party, but she's still the same girl.

"No."

"What did you say?" Lacey asks, sounding slightly shocked.

"I said no."

"Whatever. Don't say I never did anything for you."

The phone goes dead. 

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