![]() ![]() “But that sweater…” Tessa worries her bottom lip, chewing off some of the lipstick. The last thing I want is her changing her plans because of me. It’s going to keep me toasty warm tonight so I don’t catch a chill.” “I’m fine-that’s why I wore this sweater. Two to be exact, couch surfing and binging on random TV shows, consuming copious amounts of hot tea and chicken noodle soup. ![]() “Trust me, I’ve been home for the past few weekends-I needed this night out.” ![]() It’s more appropriate for a bonfire or night at home than a college party, and when Tessa shoots me that sympathetic face-lips turned down at the corners, eying me skeptically-I manage a soft laugh. Tessa-a girl I lived next door to in the dorms freshman and sophomore year and remained friends with-flips her perfectly coifed hair, eyeing up my soft sweater, the one I always wear when I’m getting over a cold, or sick, because it’s cozy, oversized, and comforting. ![]() “No offense, Scarlett, but if you didn’t feel good when I invited you to come with us tonight, you should have said something. ![]()
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