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... p my spine, a relentless beat that matched my racing heart. I sat stiffly between Mira and Roxy at a table, feeling like a neon sign in the dim, pulsing club.
Mira had, of course, made sure I stood out. The "underwire draped mini dress" she’d forced me into was red in color, and I was desperately trying to pull the hem down, convinced it was riding up to an indecent level.
"The dress is great, Mira, really," I said, my voice straining to be heard over the music. "It’s just... a b ...
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