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a warning label.
I sat on the edge of the bed and stared at that dress. Dylan came in a minute later, whistling, completely oblivious.
“See? She’s being nice. This is going to be a good week.”
“Dylan, she just insulted me in my own bedroom.”
“She compliments in a weird way. That’s just Mom.”
I looked at him, waiting for something more. It never came.
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