Page 73 of Connectio
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“What the fuck!”
I spring up in bed, my heart hammering in my chest.
“Libby!” Carly yells.
Tossing off my blanket, I nearly trip over it when I try to grab my robe. “What? What’s wrong?”
“Why has a snowman blown his load all over my bedroom?” she screeches.
Stopping in my tracks, I leave the robe and climb back into bed. Damn her. I was happily dreaming of a castle in a faraway place.
Just as I start to doze again, my bedroom door springs open, and Carly appears with pillow stuffing in her hands.
“I was sleeping,” I grumble.
“What the hell happened last night?”
“The sun visited the other side of the earth.”
The pillow stuffing hits my face. “Very funny.”
“Your dog happened; that’s what.”
“But I shut my door.”
“Are you sure about that?”
Crack-smoking Barbie moves farther into my room and picks up my long black dress I draped over the back of my chair. “Did you wear this last night?”
“I did.”
“Nice!”
She also picks up my coat. “Please tell me you didn’t wear this too.”
“I did.”
“God help me. I take it you didn’t get laid then.”
“No.”
“You can blame that on the granny coat.”
“Go away, Carly. Go clean your snowman sperm.”
“It can wait.” My bed moves, and I realise she’s lying top to toe with me when her big toe pokes me in the eye.
“Jesus!” I swipe it away from my head. “What are you doing? Get out.”
“I wanna know how your date went.”
“It was fine.”
“Did Will touch your boobies?”
“No! Oh my God, Carly, you’re such a child.”
