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behind her, peering into D.J.'s middle dresser drawer. Since Josie seemed to have recovered from D.J.'s anger quite well, D.J. swallowed the uncommon apology that had been hovering on the tip of her tongue. |
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"I wish you wouldn't do that." |
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"Materialize here and there without warning. I'm going to be a nervous wreck, the way you pop around." |
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"You'll get used to it. You didn't say what you were looking for." |
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"Something to wear. I have to meet McCall for dinner." |
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"Lovely." Josie clapped her hands together in delight. "A date. This is wonderful." |
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"It's not a date," D.J. said through her teeth. "We're working." |
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"Of course you are. Well, you're right; you can't wear what you have on. Let me have a look." She pushed past D.J. and rifled through the mound of clothes in the drawer. |
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"Hey, what are you doing?" |
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"Finding you an outfit. You've got to have something suitable in this tumble of clothes. A-ha." Josie's hand disappeared into the depths and reappeared with a gold shell hanging from her wrist. Turning away from the dresser, she stepped past D.J. without a glance and started to riffle through the closet. Another muffled "ah-ha" drifted to D.J. |
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"What?" she asked, interested in spite of herself. |
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Josie stepped back from the closet with a pair of black crepe pants and a gold jacket. D.J.'s eyes wid- |
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