“So, whatever you decide to do from here on out, I will go along with.” The table falls silent. Roxane slowly drags her napkin over her face so one of her eyes is glaring out at me. Clea sets down her coffee, wearing an expression of disbelief, and Lois scratches the side of her head, almost as if she’s trying to solve a math problem. Hold it together, Tessa. Do not let them know that you’re continuing last night’s trickery. You see, if they believe I’ll be going along with their insane plan, when I do something like, let’s say, create a smelly fish bra, they’ll just think I’m an incompetent
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