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cw: inflation, floating Reese’s phone rang just as she was letting herself out of her cousin’s apartment. Her mood plummeted the moment she saw the caller ID. “…What do you want, Allison?” “Hey loser,” barked a voice that she had spent the past two years adoring. “It’s time to pick up the rest of your shit.” “What?” said Reese, baffled. “You said I had another week!” “Well, plans change,” Allison replied. Through the phone, Reese heard a door slam and the sound of a large object being rolled. “I’m throwing a party tonight. Big get-together — drinks, music, balloons, the whole package. Having a pile of my ex’s dumb nerd shit lying around would be entirely too pathetic.” Reese pinched the bridge of her nose tightly. Allison was always doing this. Even back when they were together — perhaps especially back when they were together — she was always changing her mind or going back on her word whenever she decided something was inconvenient, or worse, embarrassing. Like the time she