Obviously baffled, Peabody flipped down the vanity mirror when she dropped into the passenger seat. Her gasp sucked up most of the oxygen in the car. “Oh my God! When did I do that? I don’t remember doing that. This is all wrong.” She started digging in her bag. “I bought this on impulse, but it’s not my color. It looks terrible on me. I tossed it in my desk drawer weeks ago.” “So your main concern is it’s not your freaking color?” “It’s not!” Peabody pulled a tiny, wet tissue out of a pack, rubbed it vigorously over her lips. Balled it up when it turned pink, pulled out a second. “And, come
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