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On our street, if you climbed into an expensive car it meant you had either pulled a footballer or were being arrested by plainclothes police.
“Only you, Will Traynor, could tell a woman how to wear a bloody dress.” But I took the scarf off. Nathan went to pack Will’s bag. I was working out what I could add about how patronizing he was when I turned and saw that he was still looking at me. “You look great, Clark,” he said, quietly. “Really.”

