How can they not see it, what do they think it’s like for her, being associated with Kayla?
“Pass the marshmallows.”
Ella sticks out a leg and nudges the bag a few inches over.
“Like that helps,” Tzippy mock-grumbles.
“Sorry,” Ella shrugs, curling deeper into her beanbag. “Too tired to move.”
Tzippy heaves a long-suffering sigh and hauls herself to her feet.
“While you’re standing, those potato chips are calling my name,” Shoshana says.
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