I make a face, jerking my arm out of his grasp. He brings his fingers together, popping each knuckle individually, and studies a spot above my head. “Do you realize how many girls would kill to be in your position right now?” Shifting my weight from side to side, I purse my lips. “Why don’t you go hang out with one of them?” “No refunds or exchanges when you leave the premises.” Reaching into his jacket pocket, he pulls out a red cardboard ticket, holding it up in the light. “So sayeth the fine print. That’s where they get you.” And of course, not reading the fine print of the guest book I
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