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The idea was objectively terrible and that was its main attraction for Christy.
Every plan she’d come up with over the past year from the utterly mundane to the seemingly inspired had all amounted to nothing.
This one though, a gathering out in the middle of the woods, part spiritual retreat, part rave séance, and part booze-fueled bacchanalia, was the kind of ridiculous hippy bullshit that would’ve barely gotten traction in the sixties, much less now, which is what made it perfect.
On paper it was a clusterfuck destined to implode on impact, but with the right location, the right crowd, and the right spin, it could work, or at least be the kind of spectacle that might lead to other opportunities.
Before all that though, she needed to talk with Laura to see if it was even via
