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... chips, stacking them into neat piles by color. The clock on the wall said 12:15. I had fifteen minutes to change and meet Vivienne downstairs for whatever mysterious event required my presence today. Something about a talk show and Maison Valentine, according to her texts.
Vivienne’s messages were always precise instructions, never requests. This morning’s had contained an exact timeline, complete with outfit requirements that had already required five changes.
Outfits one throug ...
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