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GLYNDON “Oh, please, that’s such a lame fantasy.” I pause at the entrance of the flat upon hearing Ava’s voice. After further inspection, I find all three girls huddled up in the living area with Pride & Prejudice, the 2005 version, playing on the TV. Annika’s obsession aside from Tchaikovsky. I drop my bag in the nearest corner and join them. Cecily gets up, smooths the wrinkles on my bag, and hangs it before coming back again with a cup of tea in hand. Her T-shirt for today says Manifesting the ability to punch people on the internet. “Glyn!” Ava leans against me because she has no sense of boundaries. “Back me up on this.” “What are we discussing?” “Fantasies,” Annika says. “Cecily said her fantasy is finding a nice, normal man since that’s so rare nowadays.” “It is.” Cecily takes a sip of her tea. “Sorry, I’m lame.” “You’re lying.” Ava crosses her arms over her fuzzy pajamas. “A year ago, you said your fantasy was to be ambushed in a dark place and taken against your will.” The cup