marinating in shame over having somehow led the fitting-room attendant on—him,
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shoved me against a locker
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plaid button-down
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I froze in the tiny cubicle, a rejected shirt encircling my forearms, my hands disappearing in the collar
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browsing the racks,
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I drifted, too weird for the smart kids’ clique and too diligent for the purple-haired rebels who smoked cigarettes behind the school gym during lunch.