Here We Go Again

Photo by Juan Camilo Navia on Unsplash

“I already feel like doing it again,” Marissa yelled from the top of the stairs.

“Please don’t,” Angela begged.

“Here I come.” Marissa danced down the stairs, music blaring from the phone tucked into her purple spandex.

Angela gave into the inevitable, settling back for another rendition of Single Ladies.

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