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Everything Beth wasn’t.

It was one of the reasons they were friends; so she could live her life vicariously through her best girl’s antics.

But for once in her life, it would be nice to live a little. With her thirtieth birthday looming, Beth was feeling that sentiment acutely.

Ansley was right about one thing, though; they were all just dreams. She’d never do any of them, and that likely included losing the sixty pounds of extra padding she carried.

And there was no way she was playing out that kind of polyamorous scenario on her doorstep. She needed her job, and her employers were not the type of people who would tolerate such behavior if it ever leaked out, so that meant traveling to live out those particular fantasies and that wasn’t an expense she could afford very often. Especially not the decent kinds of establishment that she was willing to trust that kind of scene to.

If you gave up the weekly takeout you could start losing the sixty pounds and save some money for the trip at the same time, the obnoxious side of her self-esteem whispered. Fuck that mouthy bitch, Beth thought, shoving the hurtful words away. Her self-confidence was hard won, there was no way she was losing sight of her self-worth again.

Been there. Done that. Got the tee-shirt.

And the damned counseling bill!

Beth sucked in a breath and blew it out in a slow, audible sigh to re-center herself.

Then she mentally stuffed her dreams back into a corner of her mind where they could gather a few more cobwebs.


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