Page 156 of Stolen Bruises


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Aly: I WAITED FIVE MINUTES.

Aly: AND CHECKED LA’S TIME ZONE.

Jennie: loser.

Layla: Well, I was patient and waited until it hit 12.

Aly: *eye roll emoji*

Aly: I hate you all.

Jennie: *sparkling pink heart emoji*

December 27th, 9:07 a.m.

Layla: New York is freezing, might die.

Jennie: Utah’s quiet and pretty! My aunt’s cat loves me.

Jennie: Also Layla, please don’t die.

Layla: We’ll see.

Aly: France is perfection. Mom and Dad have gone on a date every day since we arrived.

Aly: they’re going strong.

Jennie: *smirking emoji*

Layla: JEN!

Aly: for real.

Aly: Ohhh! My Babygirl is up!

Aly: Birthday girl!

Jennie: Rory!

Layla: Hey Rora!

I smiled a little, a tired curve of my mouth.

They were all off with their families, wrapped up in warmth, laughter, and love and still remembered me.

Me: Thank you, girls.

Jennie: Our baby is 19, she’s growing up.

Jennie: *tearing up emoji*

Aly: and you’re old.

Jennie: RUDE! I’m 20!

Aly: 21 in a few weeks.

Jennie: you’re also 1999!