Hi Katie,

It’s been a couple years now. I’m sure Anna, Amanda, you, and even Hannah are sick of the boyfriends. In my fantasy for you you’re in a BMW. You drive up, kidnap your old friends, and speed off, to the befuddlement of the guys. You drive them, protesting, but secretly delighted, to a retreat center far away which is really a spa. Cell phones are thrown out the open rooftop. They hit the highway, still chirping, pinging, and vibrating. You finally emerge from the spa ten days later, happy, gorgeous, and re-bonded. The spell is broken! But before the old boyfriends can wrest back control over them, the clock chimes. You all go to college, victorious and free.

The End.

Inky