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“Still, uh, still going on that date?” I stammer out, my mind whirling. Oblivious to the multitude of emotions racing through me, she starts her coffee pod and turns toward me, her hands on the counter. “Yes, and I’m nervous. What should I wear?” One of those hideous peasant dresses from Target. Fuck! Don’t wear anything, instead stay here with me. Cancel the date. See me . . . Kelsey. Fucking see me.