I should have known Kate planned to treat me like her very own Barbie doll when we got ready for school the next morning. Luckily, I managed to keep her frilly junk away from me by promising to let her go wild another day. I did, however, agree to wear a clean outfit she offered. My own smelled like the café, and I had no desire to wear it a second day. Kate managed to find something muted in color, but it still felt odd wearing someone else’s clothes. Is this what it’s like to have a best friend?
Chapter Nine
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