I got dressed, trying very hard to keep Tessa from fussing over me. If my hair wasn't too messy, it was too neat. My clothes were scrutinized for every microscopic piece of lint, and my breath was examined no less than six times.
When I finally broke free, Tessa leaned out the apartment door and shouted after me as I walked to the elevator.
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