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The good thing about my costume was it really thwarted any of Greg’s attempts to put his arm around me. Not that he stopped trying.
“Why don’t you take the map off?” he kept saying. “Everyone’s seen it by now.” He’d long ago removed the Wolfman teeth—they made it too hard to stuff his face. But I insisted that the map was the most important part of Amanda’s costume for me, and I wasn’t going to ruin it.
Around eleven, I’d had enough of the party. Some of the people were drinking, which never sits well with me, and the loud music was really killing my ears. Plus I was tired of watching Matt have such a grand old time, while I was stuck with Mr. It-Means-You’re-Very-Generous.
And add on top of that the fact that Greg had figured out that even if he couldn’t put his arm around me, he c
