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“This is what I’m trying to tell you!” Greta hissed,
straining across the table. “I drank too much and wasn’t
given a choice.” A girl wandered close, saw Rachel’s and
Greta’s faces and beelined to a shelf on the other side of
the library.
“If you wanted to leave, why’d you drink so much?
You could’ve said something sooner.”
“Well…” She knew Rachel wouldn’t understand this.

She’d never had to work to save face or impress anyone.
“I didn’t really know how to get out of it.”
Rachel leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms. “So
you’re blaming Dylan instead? He was drunk too, you know.”
“Rachel, I couldn’t even speak.”
“You’d been giving him the green light all night.”
“Did you actually see or hear me say yes?”

“I wasn’t exactly hanging out in your bedroom.”
“But what about getting to the bedroom? How’d that
happen?”
Rachel furrowed her brow and looked away. “Dylan kind
of helped you up the stairs.”
“So he could walk and I couldn’t?”
Rachel sighed and raked her fingers along her scalp. “I can
see where you’re going with this, and I won’t be a part of it.
I don’t get it, Greta.” Her smile was long gone. She squinted

across the table. “Are you really religious or something?”
Greta shook her head.
“Then just desperate for attention,” Rachel said, pushing
her chair back and standing. “Everyone has done things

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