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Twelve

Andrew chases after me, but I’m too far ahead, weaving between girls in Alexander McQueen and boys in Givenchy. It’s like the crowd is parting for me, too, but for all the wrong reasons. Miranda’s up top when I get there, red-faced and disheveled. She’s looking at Tristan Vanderbilt with narrowed ey...

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