“Akiva Frankel. He has been your best friend since you were 14. If he’s now doing well, you’re supposed to be happy for him”
Deena thumped the mail down on the island and plopped onto a stool.
“I’m actually starving, is there anything to eat in this house?”
Libby bit the inside of her cheek. You were a teenager once, too, Libs, and you were no ray of sunshine. Be cool, be cool.
“Didn’t you have a salad for lunch, and then a muffin and latte from the Muffin Show after school?”
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