The Proposal
Xander had mastered the art of looking comfortable even when she was disgusted, hurt, or angry. This was something she had to master to live the life she was living. She never liked to look too closely at it and spent much of her time assessing the secret pains of others. She had come early, as always, so that she could get two or three drinks in before her “chaperone” arrived.
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