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I playfully roll my eyes and take another bite as Katarina basically pulls me out the door by the arm. “Don’t y’all be going and getting into any trouble,” Gigi warns us. “I’ll try,” I say right before I close the door. We walk out to Kat’s car, and I smile. “I wish it wasn’t so damn cold, so we could take the top off this baby.” She runs her hand across the hood of her Camaro convertible. “We can take the top down.” Just the thought of it makes me shiver. It’s cold enough outside without her driving seventy. “I’m good,” I tell her, but she doesn’t listen and takes the top down anyway. “It’ll be good for you.” She laughs. “And I’ll turn the heat on.” “You’re nuts, but that’s why you’re my ride or die.” Thankfully, she has heated seats and blasts the heat on my feet, but it’s almos