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Why am I nervous?
He’s meeting my parents. He’s got to put on the good-boy act and say all the right things and not draw the wrath of a protective dad. He’s the one who needs to keep an eagle eye out for shotguns.
So why am I the one sitting here tapping my foot? Why am I worried that I’m not dressed right? Why is the smell of my perfume cloying my nose? What do I do with myself?