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... ed by later. While my heart was busy painting vulgar scenarios of how the night could go right, my head kept cataloguing all the ways it could go terribly wrong. And deep down, I knew,I probably wasn’t ready for any of it.
I wore my thickest sweater even though the heater was on, sweat beading down my forehead like I’d run a marathon. My oversized, fluffy pajama bottoms swallowed my legs, and my glasses were perched neatly on my nose, the one consistent accessory in my life.
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