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While Natalia searched for the right metaphor, Melissa watched the pale pink fizz climb her flute and took a long sip. “You’re judging me, Red. Not so silently.”
“I did not.”
“Uh huh.” The doctor took another sip. Anyway, Melissa absolutely had no self-control, okay? Most of her drink choices were the kind that helped dentists build holiday homes.
Worse, Natalia was no better. It took all of her willpower to say no to desserts, which she repeatedly did ...
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