“You need to take a shower,” I hiss, wiping the moisture off with the back of my hand. “Me?” He snorts, pointing at my hair. “Nuisance, if the oil industry ever tanks, they can use your hair to squeeze out the last drop.” I bristle at his offensive comment. “Excuse me?” “Sorry to break it to you, sweetheart, but the Middle East is on the line, and they’re asking for their primary resource back,”
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