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There were eight stalls directly in front of me, and to my far left was the row of corresponding sinks. I hurried over to one of the sinks and splashed myself with enough cold water to drown a rat.
“Get it together, Liz. He was just being nice,” I muttered to myself. I looked at my reflection in the mirror above the sink and saw the disbelief in my eyes. My face fell and my shoulders drooped. “Yeah, right, Liz. The cutest guy in the club was being nice to ugly old you.” I pulled the doll out of my jacket and glared down at the ugly little mini-me. “You’re not much help,” I scolded the doll.
“Something with that little of energy would hardly keep a novice incubus away,” a voice quipped behind me. Nobody else was reflected in the mirror, so I spun around to see David standing
