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| I wasn't as clever as this guy. I got wet. |
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| Ho. Nest. Ly. Just honestly. |
"Hello...?" I croak into my phone.
"It's your Detox Diva!" says a chirpy voice.
"Deb..." I moan, "I'm home with a fever. Sick."
"Oh no! Are you detox-sick?"
"No, silly! I got wet from the rain last night."
"Oh, for a while I was worried you were feeling sick from the deep cleanse."
"I'm not. It's actually easier now. I'm not even getting hunger pangs."
"Good. Just one more day! hang in there!"
"Thanks, Deb." I hang up, pulling the duvet closer to my neck.
"You're hot," Chris whispers.
"I know," I reply.
Beat.
"I meant your temperature."
"Oh."
So for the rest of the day, I binge on The Bachelorette. Wrong move. I become even more feverishly delirious whilst watching the sausagefest on display. How do I get to be Emily Maynard for a day??
I need to become blonde.
// OH, I AM. //
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