Few people had ever heard of the city before. Well, I guess couldn’t blame her for her ignorance. I had a cucumber mask on, my hair all balled up in a silk sash. She held a pink nail polish bottle, casually dipped the brush in and out, making the room into a funk. Her brown eyes were wide with expression, veins pumping throughout her forehead. Latasha looked at me like I had just murdered her father. “No,” I said, having heard so much of Latasha’s nonsense before. Look, I loved Latasha, but she could be the type who could not be more ridiculous when it came to other countries’ cultures. I looked at my friend like she was one of the stupidest people on the planet. “You mean… North Korea?” Latasha said, not at all ironically. And I had only a few moments ago received the email. I was sitting in my bedroom with her we were having a sleepover. The day I had won a ticket to go see my favorite singer was the day I could’ve just about died. MY MAILING LIST (NEW BOOKS / DEALS / OFFERS / SENT OUT BIWEEKLY) Any resemblances to reality are entirely coincidental. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.
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