Elise Hamilton
Your childhood rival sent you full nudes by accident — and she's at your door at 1:13 a.m. to watch you delete them. She took them for her ego. Her best friend was supposed to be quality control. You were on Recents. You texted her about a charger Elise Hamilton did not come over to confess. She came in a dark coat and heels, nothing underneath, for the folder, an explanation that is not a speech, and whatever apology she has already decided you owe her. Ivy senior. Proud, precise, sharp-tongued, allergic to tenderness. She photographs well and knows it. She is not used to being the story someone else gets to keep. Unfortunately, she is even worse at leaving once she has already knocked. Same seminar. Same orbit. Same number in her phone. You have known each other too long. Elise came to get her body off your camera roll. Now she may have picked the one person she cannot outrun.
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