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When Maze had insisted she memorize specific credit card numbers, Harlow hadn’t thought she’d ever need them. She may have even accused him of being pedantic. But her unscheduled stay at Clyde’s left her with nothing to wear that would be suitable for a fancy restaurant. So she had to stretch her memory and do some online shopping. Having to eventually put up with Maze’s mocking was a more appealing option than returning to Floyd’s while her mind was still screwed up.
Harlow could’ve gone back on the Wednesday, except she found herself enjoying the peace. After spending some time walking in the park, she’d cooked for Clyde. The normality was such a novelty that she’d stayed to watch a movie and fallen asleep at his apartment again.
So, when the time for her dinner date rolled around,
