The rattling on the window was continous, and Jenn and I huddled in a corner in the kitchen. I wasn't even sure where the sound was coming from, the reverberation made I seem like it came from all the windows and no window at once.

“So tonight is the night I die". Jenn whispered. I didn't reply. “I haven't even bought a Siamese cat. Or skateboarded in my underwear. Or worked out consistently for three months. I haven't found love. You don't even know why I hate love".

She hated love? “Keep quiet, Jenn".

“I'm not going to be silenced now if I'm going to die." She replied.

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