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He was fiddling with his shirt buttons, looking a bit nervous.
“Are you sure you want to wear that shirt?” I teased, raising an eyebrow.
“Nothing, except you wore it to the last party and the one before that. Maybe switch it up a bit this year?” I suggested with a smile.
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He chuckled. “You know me, Mica.
I’m not exactly a fashion icon.”
While he was fixing his shirt in the mirror, I absentmindedly picked up a black marker from the dresser. I twirled it in my fingers, my mind wandering to silly thoughts. And then, a mischievous idea struck me.
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