“Really? If I cheated on something, you wouldn’t be friends with me anymore? Nine years of friendship, gone, poof?”
Surgery is scheduled for Sunday morning.
“Which is totally annoying,” I complain to Atara on Friday night, “because, like, if you’re gonna have surgery, at least miss school, no?”
Atara wrinkles her nose. “Um, yeah, but you’re missing tons anyway while you recover, right?”
I roll my eyes. “Whatever, why are you so practical?”
She laughs and passes me another doughnut hole from the platter on the table.
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