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I smelled my own fear

THE NEXT DAY

Arlo’s POV

Anyone would have thought I was a personal shopper for some spoilt princess in her castle. I leaped from one stall to the other looking for the perfect dress for Lori.

“I’m losing my mind, I’m sure of it.” I muttered silently, taking one last look at the heap of clothes at the backseat of my car.

It was enough to start a department store.

For me, my custom-made Louis Vuitton suit had been delivered a night before.

I knew I’d be dazzling in it, I just needed a haircut.

So I stopped by for a quick makeover.

While I was there, seeing the female section of the fashion parlor had me thinking about Lori.

Four years ago, she had a neck length black hair, silk pressed to the shiniest degree.

It made her look feisty but her look now— I loved it even more. The strawberry blonde made her more feminine, more fragile.

I smirked. Lori indeed knew how to switch things up.

Suddenly an idea occurred to me; perhaps I could make her remember a few moments of that time if s
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