“But that sweater…” Tessa worries her bottom lip, chewing off some of the lipstick. The last thing I want is her changing her plans because of me. It’s going to keep me toasty warm tonight so I don’t catch a chill.” “I’m fine-that’s why I wore this sweater. Two to be exact, couch surfing and binging on random TV shows, consuming copious amounts of hot tea and chicken noodle soup. “Trust me, I’ve been home for the past few weekends-I needed this night out.” It’s more appropriate for a bonfire or night at home than a college party, and when Tessa shoots me that sympathetic face-lips turned down at the corners, eying me skeptically-I manage a soft laugh. Tessa-a girl I lived next door to in the dorms freshman and sophomore year and remained friends with-flips her perfectly coifed hair, eyeing up my soft sweater, the one I always wear when I’m getting over a cold, or sick, because it’s cozy, oversized, and comforting. “No offense, Scarlett, but if you didn’t feel good when I invited you to come with us tonight, you should have said something.
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