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21 tales from today’s hottest female writers edited by Sarah -- along with Lauren Henderson and Chris Manby. Sarah also contributes a new story to this fabulous collection.

In this must-have short-story collection, Jennifer Weiner revisits one of her Good in Bed characters (and tells the story from, ahem, his point of view), Jill A. Davis (Girls’ Poker Night) offers a darkly humorous take on starting over in New York and working with “the Elizabeths” and Alisa Valdes-Rodriguez (The Dirty Girls Social Club) muses on how different the words lady and woman are when paired with cat.

Girls’ Night In features stories about growing up, growing out of, moving out, moving on, falling apart and getting it all together. So turn off your cell phone and curl up on the couch: this is one Girl’s Night In you won’t want to miss.

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My new roommate, Dee, claims she can see the future.

It’s Thursday morning, and she’s in the kitchen pouring herself a glass of my orange juice. “You should try to get on an earlier flight to California,” she yells as though she’s two stories up instead of a foot away from me.

“Why?” I’m crouched in front of the closet next to the kitchen, already late for work, debating what shoes to take with me on my trip. I think the six pairs I’ve laid out might be teetering on the edge of absurd. I’m only going for three days.

“There’s going to be a blackout tonight,” she says. She’s wearing pajamas, her blond hair in pigtails, and my flip-flops. I lent them to her two weeks ago and she still hasn’t given them back.

“Yeah? Did they say that on the news?” I can probably get on an earlier flight if I have to. My mother is swimming in airline points. To cheer me up about the Brahm breakup, she offered me a business-class ticket to visit the world’s most perfect—and sadly former— roommate, Janna, in California for the weekend. Janna, who would never borrow my flip-flops and not return them. Janna, who always made sure the bills were paid on time. Janna, who indulged me in my never-ending quest to find the city’s cheapest Tropicana.
Dee shakes her head no and pours herself another glass. Does she think orange juice grows on trees? Dee’s a friend of a friend of a friend who moved in three weeks ago. So far she seems normal. Washes her dishes. Changes the toilet paper roll when she finishes it. Doesn’t leave nail clippings on the living-room table. Doesn’t look repulsed when I do. We should get along fine. If she gives me back my flip-flops.

“No,” she says. “It wasn’t on the news. I dreamed it.”

“Very funny,” I say and reluctantly eliminate one of my three pairs of gorgeous but impractical stilettos. I’ll need something more comfortable for walking around Janna’s apartment. Like my flip-flops.

“Didn’t I tell you?” she asks. “I’m a little bit psychic.”

“If you say so.” I turn to her and smile, assuming she’s joking. “Can you be a little bit psychic? Is that like being a little bit pregnant?”

“No, Shaun,” she says, her lips pursed and serious. “I have premonitions.”

My smile falters. I hope I haven’t chosen a wacko for a roommate. “What kind of premonitions?”

She shrugs. “Random stuff. Usually about things people talk to me about. Like your flight. I dreamed about us being on the couch tonight reading by candlelight and watching a DVD on my laptop. You were complaining that you’d missed your plane. So I’m assuming there’ll be a power outage.”

Now I know why most people don’t remember their dreams the next day?they’re boring. “You dreamed about us reading and watching a movie? Dee, I think you need to get out more.”

She laughs and heads to the bathroom. Flip-flop, flip-flop. I’m going to have to ask for those back. I know she’ll think I’m a bitch, but they’re mine. And they’re going with me to California.