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“Hey!” I hugged his brother Kyle next, whose dyed black hair hung in his eyes, giving him that sexy emo look, then gave Hector a smile. Hector wasn’t a hugging type, although his strong-and-silent thing had always turned me on. Not to mention, he was both a drummer and an artist, which was pretty freaking sexy. I’d been planning to hook up with him at Comic-Con, but then he’d fallen for Tara, the writer of the graphic novel he’d illustrated, and the two of them were perfect together. “What are you doing here?” I asked them. Before Jared could answer, Eva walked in. “Hello, designers. I’m sure you’ve noticed that you have a few more people at your table today. We want you to make a corresponding outfit for one of your client’s band members for their concert tonight. But here’s the catch:
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