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she continued. “You know the reality would be so much different, right? I mean, these fucking women shriek when they’re having sex. Shriek, Claire. And then they squeal, and squawk during their orgasms. What does a squawk even sound like? And then they stare into the eyes of their muscular men while fucking. I’ve never looked into a man’s eyes as we screwed. It’s just awkward. Like, ‘what are you looking at? The goodies are down below. Stare at that instead, you weirdo.’”
                  I was bent over laughing, tears streaming down my face. “Shut up, Emily! Seriously.”
                  She grinned ear to ear. “It’s true, though. So stop with that rubbish and actually live a little, yeah? Make your own smut stories out of your real life. You used to jump the hottest men. I swear. Remember the guys at last year’s Royal Show? Oh, my God, I’ll never forget them lining up to you like that. You’d have thought you were the ride instead.”
                  Still laughing, I looked back on that day. “It was such a cold day.”
                  “Yeah, and I ended up paying for everything, asshole.”
                  “It’s not my fault someone pickpocketed me. I bet you it was that granny that snarled at us too.”
                  Now she laughed. “Maybe it was that hot guy you were sitting next to.”
                  My heart squeezed at the memory of Stranger. I thought of him often. I didn’t know what to call him, so Stranger sort of just stuck. Fuck, he had been a sight to behold, but I thought more about the conversation we had than anything. I’d never had such a bizarre encounter with someone before – and even after.
                  “No, it wasn’t him,” I said with certainty on a dreamy sigh. “But he was extremely sexy, wasn’t he?”
                  “The sexiest.”
                  I swallowed my disappointment at having not seen him again. I really thought I would. That he was interested in me enough to reach out.
                  When cards interrupted my vision, I groaned in irritation. “God, Em, I don’t want to pick a bloody card!”
                  “Yes, you do. You know somewhere inside of you there’s still that crazy, rebellious babe. The sooner you pick a card, the sooner she’ll return to me.”
                  I looked at Emily’s determined face. When she was stubborn like this, nothing in the world was going to stop her from having her way. So I sighed dramatically and picked a random card. I turned it over and read her writing, noting already that the marker she’d written with looked awfully fresh.
                  Party this Friday with your best, most beautiful friend =)
                  I glared at Emily. “Your desperation is just sad.”
                  “What does it say?” she asked innocently.
                  “Don’t look at me like that. You know what it says because you planted this card.”
                  She gasped, insulted. “I did not!”
                  “Then show me the other cards in your hands.”
                  She moved away and quickly put the cards back into her purse. “You know that’s against the rules. We’re not meant to look at the cards.”
                  “And making a whole batch with the same dare is against the rules too.”
                  She stuck her tongue out at me. “You have no proof. You picked the card, you read the card, and now you must do as the card says or else the Dare Card Gods above will smite you to death and subject you to an eternity of grovelling to a million Emily clones.”
                  “And if I prefer that to this?”
                  She rolled her eyes. “We’re going to go out this