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... like the lid of a coffin. Murphy’s fingers danced across the keys of her sleek laptop, the only sound in the unnerving stillness. Jim, meanwhile, was a portrait of sheer panic, beads of sweat slicking his brow. Despite his blustering denials moments ago, a cold dread had settled in his gut. He hadn’t ordered any dress.
Murphy’s sharp click as she closed the laptop punctuated the silence. "It seems the dress was indeed booked."
"Booked?" The word hung in the air, a collective gasp ...
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