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Caroline
I sat on Oren’s bed with one leg tucked under me and the other swinging off the side as I watched him pull a suit jacket from his closet and then cough as he brushed dust bunnies off the shoulders.
“Maybe you ought to consider getting it dry-cleaned before leaving for your interview,” I suggested, trying not to laugh...and failing.
He sent me a dry scowl. “Gee, you think?”
I shook my head, giggles still blurting from my closed lips. “When was the last time you wore that thing?”
He eyed it with distaste. “High school graduation, I think. Wait, no. My grandpa’s brother died three years ago. I had to wear it to his funeral.”
“And you really think it’ll still fit?” I lifted my eyebrows, not buying it.
“Hey, are you calling me fat, woman?” He loomed over me with an indignant
