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Chapter 169 by BosomBuddies BosomBuddies

Rock, paper, or scissors?

Rock.

I clenched my fist and threw down rock -- only to find Rachel staring in disappointment at the scissors she had drawn.

"Aw man," she complained.

"You didn't have to throw scissors, honey," Talia teased.

"Yes I do! I'm a dyke, it's a matter of principle!"

We all laughed, grateful for how her little joke helped diffuse some of the awkward sexual tension in the room. In the end, it came down to me and Amy competing over who would get the couch, and who would get the single real bed in the room.

My uber-competitive redhead friend lifted her fist, ready for the final battle:

Rock, paper, or scissors?

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