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I tossed them aside. Surely I had something that would fit my new body. I pulled clothes from the dresser and closet, discarding them one at a time while swearing under my breath. All of my clothes were made for a teenager’s body. Step two: ask for help. I dialed Ayla, who picked up the phone and sounded confused. I'd quickly learned, after coming to Earth, that no one used their phones for actual calls. "Larkin? Are you okay?" "Yes. No. I'm fine, but um, none of my clothes fit." "Oh. Have you had a growth spurt or something?" I laughed like a mad woman. "Something like that. Uh, could you please bring over some of your clothes? And maybe shoes too? As soon as you can?" She was silent for a long moment, probably debating my sanity, especially since I was calling her at nine in the mo
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