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A Bad Idea 127

Anne smiled when she woke up. That sort of surprised her.

She saw Shade lying in bed next to her. That was surprising, too. She’d remembered it happening, of course. But it was still so strange. It’d felt like a dream.

“You’re up?” Shade asked.

“Yeah, you?” Anne asked, getting out of bed. “Nevermind. I know the answer to that question.”

“Next time I’m taking the side that doesn’t face the wall. You sleep in like crazy.” Shade got out of bed and made her way to the kitchen.

“Next time?” Anne followed Shade.

“Whatever,” Shade said. “You know I don’t like games.”

“Not even Parchee…” Anne began to say, but stopped herself. “No you know what? That joke’s terrible and I’m not even going to finish it. What do you want for breakfast?”

“What do you have?” Shade asked.

Anne made her way to the fridge. Right before she opened it, she remembered she hadn’t been to the grocery store in a while.

She opened the fridge. There was nothing there except for two water bottles.

“Think fast, Anne,” she muttered to herself.

“What?” Shade said.

“Uh,” Anne said, trying to offer something Shade most definitely wouldn’t want to eat — something that would let her pretend she had stuff in the fridge. “You like eggs?”

“Sure,” Shade said.

“Figured as much,” Anne said. “Which is why I’ll have to buy some at some point! You want bacon?”

Shade blinked. “Your fridge is empty isn’t it.”

“Empty is such a strong word,” Anne said.

“Is it also an accurate one?”

“Are you in the mood for bagels?” Anne asked. “I’m in the mood for bagels. Let’s go to Bagels And. It’s kind of weird how vagina-y bagels are, but let’s not worry about that. Let’s not even think about that. Anymore. I’ll admit that by bringing up the vagina-y nature of–”

Shade didn’t bother hiding her laugh. “Let’s get bagels.”

Just as the two were about to get ready to leave, there was a knock on the door.

Anne went to see who it was. She looked through the peephole and sat Cat.

“Ew, gross,” Anne said.

“I can hear you, you know!” Cat yelled through the door.

“I know,” Anne said. “Just like you now know that you’re super gross.”

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