24. The Mall

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Carla I was in Rose's room on a Friday morning, laying on her soft, comfortable bed while she chose an outfit to wear to the mall. "I don't understand why you are stressing over what to wear. It's just the mall." She gave me the 'are you serious?' look. "I want to look good in case I bump into that hot best friend of yours." I rolled my eyes at her. "What?" she shrugged her shoulders. "I just want him to notice me, that's all." "Suppose he does and then later meets his mate, what are you going to do?" I deadpanned. She was quiet for a moment, choosing silence to be the best answer. Yet she continued on her quest to look for something good to wear. I picked up a pillow and threw it at her. "Hurry up already." She caught it with one hand. Her reflexes were fast, that was for s

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