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Dlavati handed her a box. “Ola, there’s a man!”Author's Notes
Olarali rolled her eyes. Of course there was a man—she was in the business of entertaining men. She looked at the box—it was too big for jewelry, and didn’t come from any of the florists that her regulars frequented.
“He’s tall, dark, and handsome!” Shlaruu tilted her head and closed her eyes suggestively.
“And he’s wearing a dress!” Dlavati announced it as if it were a scandal, and Olarali changed her mind about describing her dreams to the girl.
The more I get to know Lalya, the more I realized that looking good is important to him. It seemed natural that he would seek out help.
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