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Rae
The next day
Climbing out of the shower I glance in the mirror noticing the red splotches from the allergic reaction have started to slowly fade. I learned a valuable lesson last night. Be careful what you wish for. I prayed for dying of an allergic reaction to the lobster, and I broke out in hives late last night. I felt like I was going to die. If it wasn't for Quinn asking our neighbor for Benadryl, who knows maybe I would have.
Grabbing the towel, I rub the droplets from my chest.
"Jeez, I look like a lobster," I frown. Maybe it's because the water was a little hot?
Tightening the towel around my body I try not to focus on the spots. Max will be here soon, I have to get ready.
Pushing the clothes in my closet aside I look for something date appropriate. Something that do
