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Chapter Twenty-Two

I was currently pulling out every pair of pants I owned, trying to find something that wasn't black leggings or the one pair of jeans in my collection. I had worn those last time with Ike and I didn't want him to think I only owned one pair of actual pants. Even though I did only own one pair of actual pants.

I mean, I have work pants. Slacks and a couple skirts. But I'm not wearing fucking slacks to a bonfire in the woods with a bunch of werewolves. And I don't want to look like I'm trying too hard by wearing a skirt. And what if someone tries to fight me and I end up panty flashing everyone while I'm locked in glorious combat?

You're way over thinking this. You're probably right. I think as I sit on the edge of my bed, surrounded by my discarded and rejected clothes. It's just a bonfire. It'll be cold. Just wear a nice hoodie and your boots. I know the only reason my panther was helping me right now was because she was worried I'd freak myself out and not go. And?

In the end, I list
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