When I got to the party I smiled at Angelo, who was sitting on the red velvet outdoor couch. Two people who had been on tour with The Knife were harmonizing on bird sounds. Noah added an eagle squeak. 

Angelo was leaving, said he had to send a love song (in the form of a noise cassette). “Who is it for?” I asked. He said he didn’t know yet, clearly lying.

I went down a giant purple slide, which twisted through an abandoned building, landing in an overexposed courtyard where Shayla and Hayley were sitting, surrounded by pale white flowers. 

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