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The last thing I wanted to do was doll up and attend Zack’s charity event, but I couldn’t back out. Not after all my posts of the past couple of days, each one more self-satisfied and entitled than the last, shoving this relationship in everyone’s face, and setting the stage for first contact with Hybris.
I’d tried calling Baskerville but it went straight to voicemail. I put the tzitzit in my underwear drawer, then moved it to my T-shirt drawer because, nope, too weird.
Since I had to look my part for the evening’s festivities, I channeled my impending nervous breakdown into a total destruction of Billie’s fine unpacking.
“I have nothing to wear!”
“The mound on the bed suggests otherwise.”
I rounded on Rohan with a feral snarl.
“But you’re right. Also perfect the way you are.”
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