Chapter 55 Chapter Fifty-Five: Winter Formal

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"Absolutely not," I say. "It's too much."

"It's perfect," says Poppy.

"It's green."

"It's emerald," says Dani, who has been sitting on the edge of Theo's bed for forty-five minutes with her arms folded, vetoing things. "There's a difference, and the difference is that you look incredibl...

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