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Chapter Forty-Five: Oblivious
I was so happy to see Josiah’s stupid face, I almost cried. His face was the first thing that made any sense in this goddamned place. But then, I remembered that he had broken up with me. In a closet. And he was calling me Avalon too. But why wouldn’t he? That’s the person he was seeing with his eyes. I don’t know why, but I was disappointed that he couldn’t just tell it was me. Which begged the question. Why didn’t I just tell him myself? Well, first of all, who was going to believe me? I had all my memories intact, well, right up to the night at the club. Things got a little hazy, and the last thing I could remember was going to the ladies’ room for a pee. The next thing I know, I wake up in some skinny chick’s body. Yeah, that’s totally believable and plausible. Especially
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