Another Flash Fiction 55

“Are you crazy? You’d have to nail me to my coffin to get me to my high school reunion.” Bobbi snorted as she plowed through the clothing racks. “Here, you’ll need some new clothes if you’re actually going to go.”

Becca nodded. She was crazy, and it was about time her old classmates knew it.

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