“Mr Brown, Mr Beige, Mr Every Shade of Taupe That Exists is wearing blue.” “Blue?” Cherry nodded and poured boiling water into her cup, the teabag dangling precariously over the side. “I would say it’s a pale sky blue or even a powder blue. I’m not sure. And his pants are—” She met my eyes. “—navy.” I swallowed. “He’s wearing blue.” She nodded again. “Obviously something cosmic happened to him, and you two stayed late last night. I know you think he’s handsome, and I’ve seen him look at you.” My eyeballs almost popped out of my sockets like grapes. “I . . . uh . . . what? No I don’t, and he
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