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Quinn Collins was an anomaly.
Seeking Peer Reviews
on the day he met her, he wore flimsy neon finger gloves with an orange angora turtleneck he found in his mom’s basement, buried under a pile of old Mary Kay products she’d cast away once she realized how much you had to sell to even smell the leather of a Pink Cadillac. Argyle socks were paired with jeans he rolled up so they’d purposefully have wide cuffs. And he couldn’t forget about his Docs.
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