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Lauren Lewis Has a Fantasy

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“What do you think?” Tamsin said, placing a cookie in Lauren’s mouth.

Lauren chewed, considered. “It’s…. okay.”

“The truth?”

“It’s terrible.”

“Well, tell me how you really feel,” Tamsin said. She huffed to the counter and grabbed a glass of water.

Lauren smirked, continuing to stir the batter.

Tamsin looped an arm around Lauren’s shoulders and dumped the water into Lauren’s face. Cackling, she turned away.

“What’d you do that for?” Lauren said.

“Just thought you needed a little cooling off,” Tamsin said.

(With her back turned, Lauren mouthed along the words. Smiling, she grabbed a fistful of batter, preparing).