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... instructions, but his words stuck in my head like glue.
"You can’t go back downstairs like that."
Right. I couldn’t. Not dripping. Not sticky. Not a walking disaster in the middle of an already chaotic night.
I wiped at my arms instinctively, but it only made the fabric cling worse. The cold seeped deeper, carrying the smell of fruit punch and something citrusy.
Great. Just great. My face burned—not from temperature, but from the humiliation of a hundred eyes seei ...
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