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Nate and Greta sank toward the middle as Ash dropped
between them. “That guy’s a dick,” he said.
“Probably,” Greta said, “but at least he’s reached the age
of majority.”
Ash made a sneering face but didn’t hold it for long.
“Would you rather,” Nate began, “listen to Kai’s song
on a loop for twenty-four hours straight or go skinny-dip -
ping in Pigeon Lake at the height of algae season? Consider

the itch.”
“The lake,” both Ash and Greta answered. She could
stand in solidarity by dissing Kai. Besides, the song sounded
like crap.
“Would you rather”—Greta did this one for Ash—“read
Kai’s book about unrequited love or pepper spray yourself
in the eye?

“Pepper spray.”
“Would you rather”—Ash looked back and forth between
them—“get a free flight to anywhere in the world, sitting next
to Kai the whole way, or stay home and clean all the porta
potties at the Fringe Festival?”
“Porta potties.” Nate nodded.
“Definitely,” Greta said.
Poor Kai. Greta glanced over at him, smiling good-naturedly
over his coffee. Just waiting to save a baby seal or bring world

peace with his awkward-analogy music.
Nate looked pleased that his game of Would You Rather
had gained so much momentum. “So, Scrabble rematch?”
he said, rising from the couch before they could answer.

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