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she excuses herself from the bar with a smile, rushing away from her friend's family members as they continue to go on and on about how lovely they all were in high school. memory lane was fun sometimes, but right now, she wasn't truly in the mood to think about how long it had been and everything she hasn't yet achieved. rushing to their side, she hands one of the drinks and swiftly tastes hers, already regretting the overly sweet choice. "these weddings keep getting worse, even the alcohol is bad now" lips fall into a pout, grumpy as ever as she tilts her head to the side. it wasn't that she wasn't happy for their friend, no, but after a few too many weddings from high school friends, verda was slowly growing bitter. "you wanna hear something funny?" she teases, biting down on her lip, a sudden rush running through her body. "berta's mom just told me she always thought you and i would get married"

but why does a furniture store have a food court-

Kissa u, basard