Frankie's smile widened. She had missed Tatum's stumbling and stuttering, that was for. It was an endless source of amusement when she was alive. "You're braver now" Frankie echoed and nodded her head, a little pissed off to be honest. She was a million times better than that Mack bitch.
"I didn't leave you!" Frankie defended herself. Yes, she had flung herself out of her bedroom window and knew she was going to die when she hit the ground, but Tatum had always said she would follow her. "You never came after me! You always said if I did anything, you would too" she accused her with a hint of a pout. "So if you're braver now, get your coat and get a move on and come back with me" she said abruptly.
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