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... and argue into the phone.
She moved with calm frustration, each word calculated, but still clearly annoyed.
She wore a long black dress that touched her ankles, probably the same one she’d arrived in earlier, but now layered over something that didn’t belong to her. His shirt.
It hung loose on her shoulders, way too big, the sleeves rolled up and the hem falling well past her waist.
She had probably grabbed it from his closet without asking, which would’ve irritat ...
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