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Frankie, Annie, and Britta all perch on the couch of their apartment the morning after Garrett’s wedding. Annie sits in the middle; Frankie’s head rests on her left shoulder and Britta’s elbow settles precariously atop the crook of her neck, reaching across and running her fingers aimlessly through Frankie’s chestnut locks.
“I love you guys,” Annie sighs in content. Frankie lifts up her head and smiles, connecting her and Annie’s lips softly.
“Hey!” Britta exclaims in a pout. Annie rolls her eyes earnestly, placing a quick peck on Britta’s lips.
Suddenly, Frankie realises how thankful she is for their arrangement.