“Is this for you?” the attendant asks, eyeing the condoms and then the two guys. And me. Holy shit. Out of all bad ideas, this is a horrible one. “No,” I cut in, wedging myself beside Lo. “We don’t want those anymore. And we’d like to buy all of these.” I start piling all the tabloids up on the counter. “Not this again,” Ryke groans. “Lily—” Lo starts. “You don’t understand,” I snap. “You were eighty-eight percent, Lo. This shouldn’t be happening.” “So you don’t want the condoms?” the attendant asks, confused. “Yes, we want them,” Ryke says. “No, we don’t,” I refute. “Just the magazines.” I
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