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Trashley: Twenty-Four
Places, people. Places!
After acting like a twat in front of my friend Jess, Ashley and I returned to the hotel. I missed the days when I didn’t have to deal with anyone else’s bullshit and fantasized about being single again. Ashley was acting like a pompous jackass with an over-inflated ego, and we still had five days left in New York, and if it was anything like the first two days, I’m good.
Sensing my disinterest in being around her, Ashley offered to buy Hamilton tickets for our last night in the city. Musicals about the founding fathers are the secret to my heart. Like a dummy, I said that would be excellent.
“I’ll get the tickets right now,” she said, pulling out her laptop. “There are two seats in the box directly across from where we sat the first time.”
“Get ‘em,” I called out while brushing my teeth in the bathroom.
Ashley worked on tickets while I got ready for bed. I watched her from the bathroom door and wondered what had happened to the girl I met. I wanted to unzip her body to see if the original Ashley was still inside her. It made me sad, confused, and angry all at the same time. I thought I had found this nerdy, fun, interesting person with a life even weirder than mine: she was a child genius who grew up Hasidic in Pasadena and became deaf in one ear after her Dad beat…
