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it. Sure.”
    “Anyway, new topic, since this one is obviously sore and worn out. How was jury duty?”
    “About as fun as I’d imagine stapling my lips together would be,” I said as we walked toward Habits. “At least I didn’t get picked.”
    She nodded. “Bright sides. I like it.”
    “What have you guys been doing all day?”
    “Nothing. It’s been amazing. Is it weird that I never really got why people took vacations?”
    I gave her a flat look. “Yes.”
    She chuckled. “I mean, theoretically, I get it, but all I’ve ever known is dance, twenty-four-seven, ever since I can remember. Plus, I’ve just never had anyone to really go with, to share it with.”
    I flagged a hand. “Uh, hello? Chopped liver, nice to meet you.”
    She laughed again. “Right, because you always go on vacation.”
    I shrugged. “I’m just saying. I would have gone with you.”  
    “Well, thank you for that. Good to know.”
    I laughed and bumped her arm.
    “Anyway, it’s given West and me a ton of time to hang out.”
    I smiled at her. “God, you’re such a mush.”
    “I know,” she beamed. “It’s so weird. Like, he was my best friend—”
    I gave her another look.
    “— Besides you—”
    “Thank you.”
    “—But it’s like I didn’t really know him. Not like I do now.”
    I snorted. “Oh, like on the biblical level?”
    She flushed. “I mean that, obviously, but just … I don’t know. All of him. Everything is different and the same, like I unlocked something in him and he did in me. Does that make sense?”
    My smile this time was knowing, though I knew it held a hint of sadness. “It does.”
    “But, I mean, the biblical level is pretty rad in itself. Definitely not the worst thing ever.”
    “Ha. I’m sure, especially given the fact that you get all porno every night. Tricky can’t even handle your super loud fuckery anymore.”
    She made a stinky face. “That’s awkward.”
    My eyebrows climbed. “Well, maybe if you two brought it down a notch, I wouldn’t have my ex begging me to sleep in your old room.”
    She looked down her nose at me dramatically. “Look, we have needs, and those needs must be fulfilled. I can’t say I’m sorry for that. It really does suck for Tricky, but I don’t care if he sleeps in my bed as long as you’re okay with it. I’m not using it.”
    I gave her a hard what-the-fuck stare.
    “What?” she asked like I was the crazy one. “I mean, sure, he’s your ex, but it’s not like you guys aren’t still friends.”
    “Can we put that in air quotes? Because I don’t really feel like we’re legit friends. I feel like ‘we’re friends who dated and ruined everything but are still trying to be friends, except it’s bullshit.’”
    “That’s a really long title. I’m not calling you that.”
    My pause was heavy, my words quiet. “It’s a big deal, and you know it.”
    She nodded. “I know. I just wish it wasn’t.” We walked in silence for a moment. “Honestly, I think it’ll be good for you two. I think you just need to push past the awkward I-miss-your-junk phase and get to the we-cool phase.”
    I thought about it for a beat. “Maybe you’re right.”
    She looked pleased with herself. “Of course I’m right. I’m the queen of right.”
    I smiled slyly and stood a little taller. “I know just how to get out of the I-miss-your-junk phase.”
    “Oh?” Her brow raised.
    “I just need to find myself some new junk to worship.”
    She cackled. “I just pictured you doing hoodoo over a dick shrine.”
    “I told you to stop going through my things. You’re so nosey.”
    The cackle turned into a sort of sheepy noise.
    I snorted. “Oh, my God. You sound like you belong in a barn.”
    She pushed me in the arm. “Takes one to know one. Your donkey laugh takes the cake.”
    I pushed her back. “I don’t have a donkey laugh.”
    “Do too.” She pointed at me. “I’m getting you whiskey drunk and recording it so I can blackmail you with