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W: Shopping TripMARTIN
This day was a one-in-a-million day. I'd actually persuaded Drey to spend some quality time with me, just us, no distractions. His work as a private investigator normally kept him very busy, and I was always tired after police work on the streets, but that Saturday we were going to do something together.
The hard bit was persuading him that shopping was a good way of spending a Saturday.
"Come on Drey," I whined, tugging on his arm like a small child. "When was the last time you wore something that wasn't brown or black?"
He rolled his eyes and pushed my hand away. "I like brown and black. And I have red in my hair!" He pointed to the red highlights in his peculiarly grey hair. Drey was young; 27, two years older than me, but he had hair like an old man. It was short, but had a fringe that just reached his eyes. He ran a hand through it as he tried to fend me off.
"Pleeeeease Drey! You need new clothes, I need new clothes, we have a day free "
"No. You only buy crappy t-shi
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