When Rachel and I were walking back from the snow-covered bike trail this afternoon, she said that "Simone, Sydney and I came up with the perfect woman."
"Really?" I said.
"She'd have your jewelry, Nicole's clothes, and Caity's body and face," she said. (Nicole is Sydney's mom and Caity is Simone's mom).
"What about MY body?" I teased.
"I tried to argue for you," she said, "but they said that you were too...old."
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