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“IF ONLY THAT chick from New York could see you now,” Tank said in the doorway.
“f**k off. You should be the one doing this,” I replied, staring at myself in the bathroom mirror. I had on a curly blonde wig similar to Frannie’s hairstyle, and a house robe that stopped above my knees.
“Maybe, but then I’d have to shave,” he replied.
I looked over at his five o-clock shadow and grunted. “So, if I wouldn’t have shaved this morning, we could have rolled the dice on this one?”
He leaned against the doorframe. “No. I would have still made you do it. Let’s face it, you make a better looking chick than I do.”
“I’m not sure how I should take that.”
He grinned. “By the way, she keeps her lipstick in the medicine cabinet. You should put some on.”
I opened it up
