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putting some force into it. The baguette breaks in two, one part flying to the side and hitting Caroline in the shoulder.  
    Ali bellows like a barbarian, brandishing the remains of her sword, its crumbled end jagged. She shakes it up in the air, as if it’s a real weapon, and then brings it down to her mouth and takes a fierce bite, eyes blazing.  
    I collapse onto the floor, pretending to be exhausted from the fight. Caroline high-fives me. Ali chews on the baguette, a big smile on her face. “The winner is the last one standing,” she announces.  
    I open my mouth to object, but then the buzzer sounds, and Ali walks to the door. She presses the intercom button. “Who is it?” she sing-songs.  
    We hear Jena’s voice, “Little Red Riding Hood. Who the fuck else?”
    “Did you bring your granny a basket of goodies?” Ali continues, buzzing Jena in.
    “Yeah, I have it right here, Granny.” Jena snorts.  
    Caroline and I move from the floor to the sofa and get comfortable. The pink dildo rests across my lap. I want to see Jena’s reaction when she notices it.  
    Jena enters the apartment and stops in her tracks, seeing the pink multi-use object. “Uhm… is this the next stage of our sisterhood or something?”
    “Something.” Caroline smiles at her. “Do you want to join us, darling?”
    I pat the sofa next to me, running my tongue suggestively over my lower lip.  
    “Hah, hah.” Jena shakes her head. “Whatever you two are smoking, I want some too.”
    “You wish, sister,” Ali teases.  
    “Is there any liquor in this house?” Jena asks, walking into the kitchen.  
    “Do you really need to ask? Or you just like the sound of your voice,” Caroline hollers back.  
    “If I throw a stick, will you chase it?” comes from the kitchen.  
    “If you honestly spoke your mind, you’d be speechless,” Caroline fires back.  
    They both have a whole arsenal of insulting comebacks, and are just getting started, so I intervene to shut them up, “Okay, okay, both of you. You’re smart, funny, and witty, but you have terrible taste in men.”
    Caroline and Jena snicker. Ali stays out of this, flipping through a magazine and quietly smirking. This isn’t the first exchange between Caroline and Jena, but we all know they do it just for kicks. In truth, they are very fond of each other.  
    Jena rummages in the fridge. “Hey, finally you had some sense while grocery shopping, Caroline.” She walks into the room with four bottles of Pike Place Ale in her hands. “Or maybe you’ve just gotten laid, and the euphoria of the experience translated into a quality beer purchase.”
    Ali and I woo-hoo in appreciation. “Thank God, not that Busch crap.” I move the dildo off my lap and stand up to grab a bottle from Jena.  
    “So, sweets.” Jena looks soberly at Caroline while opening, and then passing her the beer bottle. “You’re unhappy with your girls?”
    Caroline takes a swig of beer, swallows, and makes a face, looking at the label. “This is heavy.”  
    “After drinking that piss-of-a-beer the real stuff overwhelms you?” I offer.  
    She shrugs. “I could get used to it.”  
    “Don’t avoid my question.” Jena sits cross-legged in front of Caroline. “Your titsies are fine.”
    Caroline snorts and sticks her flat chest out, pointing to it, “You call that fine? They are nonexistent! Like they’ve forgotten to grow. Or maybe they are still waiting for puberty to hit. Well, it hit at fourteen.”
    We all murmur something incoherent, not wanting to argue otherwise, since she’s got a point. But her decision doesn’t sit well with any of us, so we had to try.  
    “What if something goes wrong? If, I don’t know, they make one boobie higher than the other?” I start.  
    “Or if one is much smaller than the other?” Ali supplies.  
    “Oh, that’s just stupid.” Caroline looks at us as if we’re a group of morons. “The plastic surgeon I saw has done over six hundred of