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I toss some cake at her and she flinches when it smacks her in the cheek.
"Bitch," she hisses, wiping the cake off her face carefully.
"You only knew the guy a year, you'll move on from this," she encourages.
Looking up at her, my hands bowed out on my side trying to keep the falling cake from landing on my dress, I pout. "It was the best year of my life," I cry louder, my eyes clenched shut and mouth open with a horrible loud wail leaving my mouth. This is not my proudest moment, I gotta say.