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It was a late summer night. My best friend, Naomi Shannon, and I were secretly watching porn in her room. When the scene got steamy, Naomi's face turned bright red, and my mouth went dry. We both knew exactly what we wanted: ice cream. "Rock, paper, scissors, shoot," we said in unison. "Amelia, you lost again. Get me a vanilla ice cream cone," Naomi exclaimed. Having lost two out of three rounds, I reluctantly climbed out of bed and turned around to stick my tongue out at Naomi. Naomi and I had been friends since we were kids, so I knew her house like the back of my hand. "Are we out of vanilla ice cream cones?" I muttered. Wearing my cartoon camisole pajamas, I bent over and searched the freezer drawer downstairs for ice cream cones. "Amy?" A deep, cold voice came from behind me. Startled, I spun around. A tall man in a suit stood there.