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Willow
“Ooh, he’s yummy,” Brittany said with a salacious grin. “That’s a definite yes.”
We were at work and folding shirts. At least, I was folding shirts. She was staring at her phone. “What are you doing?”
“Setting up a hookup for tonight. Give me your phone. I’ll get you someone.”
“What are you talking about?”
“The dating app. Book Boyfriends Wanted. Everyone around here uses it. Don’t tell me you aren’t on it.”
I shook my head and kept working. Online dating was not for me. I’d heard too many horror stories. Besides, that app was designed by Melody’s friend, Karissa, so that was a big hell, no.
“I’ll create an account for you. No wonder you’re so miserable. You need to knock out the cobwebs in there and have a little fun.”
“I don’t have cobwebs in there,” I argued.
“When’s
