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... date—even if it wasn’t officially a “date-date”—I needed to “look hot enough to make him forget his name.”
Her words, not mine.
She’d spent nearly twenty minutes rummaging through my closet with all the intensity of someone diffusing a bomb, tossing aside sweaters and jeans like they’d personally offended her.
When she pulled out a lacy wine-red slip dress I didn’t even remember owning, I’d nearly fainted.
“You expect me to wear that to the movies?”
She’d ...
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