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“Oh my God.”

“What?”

“That face.”

“What face?”

“That face you just made!”

My cheeks burned and I ate another chip to distract myself.

“I don’t have a face.”

“You absolutely have a face.”

I rolled my eyes.

“So.”

I looked up.

“Are you going to ever spill the beans?”

My heart stopped.

“The beans on what?”

She slides off of my bed like a snake, before she is in front of me, in the same position as I was.

“What you do when you disappear at the haunt.”

I ate another chip.

“Raven.”

“Hm?”

“Is it one of the actors?”

I was actually surprised that we never have talked about this before.

Three years, and usually after the night, we just hang out and don’t really talk about it,

I shrugged.

“Raven!”

“What?”

“Is it the masked one from last year?”

I glanced up, chip halfway in my mouth.

I thought I was sneaky with it.

I guess I wasn’t.

“Three years.”