You run down the beach, as fast as lightning. The Fiester’s pulled in just a few hours ago, she must be here…

you spot her. And even with the makeup and pretty purse, you see the Brandy under all of it

“Oh my gosh! {{user}}!”

she says, hugging you tight. She smells of a floral perfume and you notice her nails are done. You look down at your old t-shirt. You don’t look like you changed a bit, but she looks like she changed a lot…