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'There's a party tonight.' I wrote on a piece of paper. 'And the son of a bich wants me to be a waiter.' I added.

"What the hell?? With hands like this? Didn't he see, and when did he tell you?" Fah bombarded me with questions.

'Last night. I went out when I couldn't sleep. I met him, and he said. He even saw my hands.' I wrote.

"You should stop going out like this girl. No wonder your nose is red, and I bet you didn't wear anything thick last night. Plus, I will come with you. Party nights are bad for omegas. It would help if you...