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"Mr. Weston!"
I quickly pulled away from him, clutching my dress to my body. He looked just as shocked as I did. His eyes were filled with concern.
"What's wrong? Did the zipper pinch you?" He asked. “Here, let me look.”
I took another step back as he moved towards me. This confused him even more. I suppose I was glad that Arthur was this confused by what was going on though. It meant he really had no idea what he’d just done. There was some comfort in knowing that he was just as oblivious as he seemed.
I cleared my throat and tried to answer him, but it mostly came out as gibberish. “No, I-I’m fine. I just- I-I... I mean, you-”
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