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... eremony I’d use to haul a bag of trash to the curb. He was still vibrating with that manic, neon energy, his pink hair a blur in my peripheral vision as he chattered away, completely unbothered by the fact that I was nearly dislocating his shoulder.
The moment the heavy oak door clicked shut, isolating us from the boutique and my wide-eyed, traumatized assistant, Cyan exploded.
"Who is he, Cassie?! Oh my God, where did you find him? He’s like a little porcelain doll! Does he brea ...
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