I’m trying not to look in their direction but it’s hard – really hard. The ex and his new girlfriend. Her hair is too big, I think, uncharitably.
Bree loops over and hands me a plastic cup full of punch. “That her?” she asked with a nod in their direction.
I sip the punch. “Yup.”
“She has big hair.”
I nod. “I noticed.”
“She’s clearly a Negaverse plant.”
I turn to face my friend. “You think so?”
“Definitely.”
I hide my smile in the plastic cup. “Thanks.”
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