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“You’re killing yourself with work. How’s that working out for you? Because you look like s**t?” Camilla took a quiet sip of her tea. They were sitting on the worn sofa in the tiny lounge area at the back of the shop. One of her feet jangled in the air over her crossed legs.
“If you’re trying to be sly with that question of yours, you’re doing a sad job of it,” replied Sage.
Camilla dunked the tea bag with a calm hand, but Sage felt Camilla’s sharp assessment. Avoid her eyes. Camilla didn’t know what was going on, and it was best to keep it that way. Combing her fingers through her hair, she attempted to restore order to the bird’s nest of tresses streaming from her scalp. Aww man, she’d forgotten to brush her hair. Or brush her teeth. Gross.
“If you go on like this, your hair will
