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The way he’s wrappedhis chin onit worse All this tie that this was probably just ato him But what if it’s more than that? What if Clayton not only doesn’t fireto see me like this?

Can I do it? Could I? Could I do it when this loo I feel?

“There’s so I have to tell you,” I say slowly

Clayton doesn’t sense the looer

“Is it that you’re still a virgin?” he asks with a rin all the way out to his eyes

Cracking up, I flick him in the chest

“No, you goof”

He only s that smile will last when I say what I’m about to

“I h”

I disengageit when I tell him

“About the ad…”

“I kno lucky are we? 4 stars to nanniescom!”

“I haven’t been completely honest with you”

This shuts hi line

“I found the ad… I responded to it…” I trail off, exhaling in exasperation

“Winston is my nephew Helena is my sister”

The h the limo

As if in soradually twists my way

“No”

The single word is part request, part plea, part de what I knew already: I’m completely and utterly screwed

Chapter 7: Clayton