WHAT ARE YOU WEARING
“Spinelli,” she sang answering her phone.
“Maximista?”
“Yes.”
“The Jackal needs to know what you are wearing.”
“Really?”
“Yes really.”
“How about you tell me what you’re wearing.”
“I asked you first.”
“Well,” she paused stopping in front of her mirror, “I was wearing a cap sleeve
fuchsia dress, cut just above the knee, it was fitted at
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