“You always have to play the part, don’t you?” she slurs at his image in the bathroom mirror with her third-glass-of-wine inflection. “Maybe I do.” He adjusts the cufflinks on his sky-blue shirt, the cufflinks…
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“You always have to play the part, don’t you?” she slurs at his image in the bathroom mirror with her third-glass-of-wine inflection. “Maybe I do.” He adjusts the cufflinks on his sky-blue shirt, the cufflinks…