Chapter 20: Galene @ 0.7x nhs
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Chapter 20: Galene @ 0.7x nhs
“Please tell me you f****d him.”
“I didn’t.”
“Whyyy?” Nat pleaded.
“Cause I’m not a s**t,” Gal said matter-of-factly, turning her shoulder. She placed the cactus in the middle of her table, and thought about it.
“Gal! The guy is super hot, he’s rich, he lives in a penthouse, he likes you, you kissed. Why - the f**k - are you stalling?”
“Penthouses are overrated, you know. The wind carries your laundry away, there are helicopters landing on your roof all the time. It’s terrible,” she deadpanned. She moved the cactus to the coffee table.
“Argh!” her friend moaned in anger.
Gal ignored her.
“I know why you’re stalling,” Nat said crossing her arms.
“Don’t say-”
“It’s because of Babis. Your ex. Babis. He-who-must-not-be-named. Babis, Babis, Babis,” Nat taunted.
Gal scowled at her. “I’m gonna prickle you with tiny cactus spines!”
Nat ran behind the couch. “At least I’m gonna get penetrated, unlike some other people in this room!”
“Death by a thousand spines. I warn you.”
“The only real threat you can make is killing that poor plant like all the others!”
Gal sank on her couch. “It’s impossible. This bugger is immortal or something.” She brushed her fingers on the tiny spines.
Nat sank next to her and hugged her. “So he gave you an unkillable cactus. Hmmm, I’m not sure there’s a Cosmopolitan article that can help us with that.”
“It was after I cried my eyes out,” Gal mumbled. “It was very sweet at that particular moment,” she sobbed.
“You didn’t! After only one and a half dates?”
“I diiid,” Gal whined in a high pitch.
“Wow. He must actually like you. Or he has a fetish about crying women. You never know these days, so many p**n categories.”
“You suck as a friend!” Gal whined like a child.
“You suck too,” Nat said and hugged her tight. “Really, I have to squeeze the juicy details out of you every time.”
“You’re squeezing me too tight,” Gal complained but didn’t push away.
“That’s what you get for being short and puny,” Nat said in baby-talk and squeezed tighter.
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