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As Saturday drew near, Sienna tried to think of ways to get out of her rash commitment. Having Maddie stay in for a quiet Saturday night was not worth whatever t*****e her friend might be planning to do to break her out of her shell. She liked her protective cocoon of solace. It was comfortable there, and she didn’t care to come out.
The uneasy dread was even beginning to affect her work. She found herself daydreaming during an exceptionally boring trial, imagining all kinds of awful scenarios that Maddie might force her to endure. As the lawyer for the plaintiff droned on about tort law, she pictured her friend shoving her onto a crowded dance floor where sweaty people were bumping and grinding against her.
Forcing herself back into the moment and interrupting the man mid-sentence, s
