would do it. And cake. Surely they could get cake somewhere.
She picked up the box, heaved it into the dumpster, then wrangled the lid closed. Brushing her hands off, she gave a nod of satisfaction and went to her Honda, swept the powdery snow off, jumped in, and headed out to the freeway. Tonight, was the last night she was going to let herself feel like shit about a guy. And she was going to make Stella keep her to her word this time.
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