“So, you have your eye on anyone cute at Technix or in the building?” “Uh…no. That’s not even allowed.” I tried to brush her off, looking at an ugly beaded dress from the eighties. “Looking is fine. Besides, no one follows that rule,” Phoebe said as she rolled her eyes. “You and Dan seem to be getting close.” “We’re just work friends.” My laugh was hollow, and my heartbeat was picking up. This conversation was too stressful for a leisurely activity. “Besides, I have a boyfriend.” I lied. What the fuck was wrong with me? Why did I say that? There were a million better excuses than making up a
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STOP FUCKING LYINGGGG
