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Charlotte knew from the moment she saw Deja that they were going to be friends. She thought that about most people, since she wanted to be friends with everyone but she could tell they would be great friends. Someone who had the same outlook on life as her seemed hard to come by these days, someone who wasn’t jaded by cynicism.
“Oh my god, no, you are!” Charlotte protested, as they danced. She was so happy to be dancing with someone who loved to have a good time as much as she did. She spun Deja around and giggled. “I honestly think I’m in heaven because they’re playing the best songs and everything is pink. Like…what’s next? Is Bruno Mars going to come out here and serenade me?!”
“I know right? Pink is my favorite color!” Deja exclaimed over the music. She grinned like she had a hanger in her mouth, wide and persistent, and bounced to the music like her life depended on it. “We literally need a Silk Sonic concert in here. Or I’d kill for Meg thee Stallion too.” The song changed, and Deja’s eyes went enormous. Body? By Miss Meg thee Stallion herself? “Oh my god, I’m psychic.”
















