“Where are those ankle boots you like? Those go with the green dress.” “Look around the chair,” I said as I pulled the shirt off my head and dropped it in my suitcase. I pulled off the hair that was stuck to my tongue while Ophelia dug through the chair of no return for a pair of brown boots. “Aha!” She grabbed them and prepared to bean me in the face. “Ay—” I held my hands up. “You hit me in the face one more time and I’m not going on the tour.” She tossed them gently to the only open space on the mattress. “I can’t believe you hadn’t started packing.” She glanced at her phone, checking the
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