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Chapter Eight — H is for How To Get Popular by Taylor Crewman
“He what!” shrieked Indiana excitedly.
I rolled my eyes. Why can't I have smart friends? This is the billionth time I'm retelling this for the love of God.
“He took me home a couple of hours ago.”
She shrieked again, slightly upsetting her image on my laptop.
“How on earth? Did he ask you out? What did he say? What did you say? Did he ask you out?” questioned Andi.
“You already know the details, Andi. Besides, this isn't why I called you guys.”
After I was able to calm down from the euphoria talking to Kenneth caused, I video-called the girls and told them everything.
“I'm really happy for you, Taylor. And here I was thinking he didn't even know your name,” said Indy putting her hair into a ponytail.
“I'm not gonna take that the way you meant it. Anyway, I
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