Mr.Wrong
"If my dressing sense makes men run away, then yours will probably send me to NASA thinking I am some sort of alien.”
“Embrace it.” he said, holding up a zebra-striped hat he had somehow found. “Here, add this.”
“Where are you getting this thing?” I asked, placing the hat on my head.
“From their Halloween collection.” What.The.Hell
“I do not think anything can make this any worse,” I said with a sigh .I was too darn tired from all this. “Can I get this off?”
“Not until we get a full group shot,” he said, standing up straight again. He set his phone on a nearby shelf, propping it up for a timed photo. He rushed over to me, grabbing a ridiculous pair of sunglasses to complete the ensemble.
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