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“No, I’m serious Marcy,” Sasha slams both of her hands down on the table, and finally Marcy looks up at her startled, eyes wide. “Anne loves you, I can tell. You just gotta seduce her a little bit to make her realize it. That faking a fall stuff is pretty good, but you need to go bigger. She likes the big gestures, you know?”
“Sash,” Marcy whispers, and for once, she looks confused, genuinely confused, like she doesn’t understand what Sasha’s telling her.
“It’s okay, Marce, this is… we want Anne, right? Then you have to convince her. Flirt with her, woo her, kiss her, whatever you gotta do to get her to realize she likes you.” Sasha’s rambling now, and she leans across the table, takes Marcy’s trembling hands in her own. “You’re smart, you’re cute as fuck, and Anne told me today she thinks you deserve to be spoiled. Spoiled! Like I don’t spoil you enough.”
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or: a month after prom, marcy and sasha realize they like anne. shenanigans ensue.
