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“Place the bottle, spin, and whoever it points at you have to kiss.” Carrie looked at Darcy, skepticism on her face, as Tara walked in and rolled her eyes.
“Spin the bottle? Really?”
“It's her birthday!”
Carrie looked between them, and reached for the bottle, giving it a small spin. The three watched as the tip spun slowly, stopping, pointing at Tara's astonished face.
“Well, rules are rules,” Tara said, leaning in. Carrie's arms went instinctively around Tara's neck as she laughed.
“Someone needs cake washed off. And you, Darcy, can clean up that trail of milk on the table.”
