I came over to visit my best friend. The second she stepped into the kitchen, a muffled groan drifted out of the wardrobe in the room
Svetа’s new perfume hit me the second I walked in—sharp, syrupy, the kind of scent worn by someone who already feels like she’s won. “Katyusha—oh my God, I’m so happy!” Svetа, my best friend, squeezed me in a tight hug. Her movements were quick, almost predatory. The nervous fussiness I’d always mistaken for warmth […]
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