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... purse is like a beacon of shame.
Or maybe it’s just my face.
Either way, it’s hard to keep heat from flushing my cheeks red and letting everyone know I’m affected by their stares.
I tap the "Confirm Ride" button on my phone, already anticipating the sweet relief of escaping this suffocating place. My gaze lifts from the screen, and I nearly collide with a figure blocking my path. My breath catches as recognition hits me like a punch to the gut.
Blonde hair. Fit bo ...
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