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I purposely arrived late. About ten minutes. I thought about making it longer, but I was afraid he would think I wasn’t coming and he’d just leave.
Okay, I looked remarkable. Amanda made me try on more outfits than Barbie until she was satisfied I made the right “statement.”
Here’s my statement: hair down and straightened, black turtleneck we bought on our clothing spree at the start of my secret Phase II project, dark-wash jeans that fit me perfectly, my black boots. Amanda said with my dark hair and the black turtleneck and my dark glasses, I looked like a spy. No purse, she decided, because purses make you look weak and girly. I needed my arms free so I could stand tall and confident with my hands on my hips like a warrior or an assassin.
She made me practice that.
Matt was wait
