When Robin arrives on Sunday, Andi is in the front yard on a lawn chair, knotting a friendship bracelet safety-pinned to the knee of her jeans in robin's-egg blue and two shades of pink.
"What do you wanna call it? Oh man, I've been saying things would be good names for bands for years and I can't think of a single one, if I were Bella I would've written them down but I'm not."
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