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The first day back from the New Year's break, Dia sported a brand-new army green Mao jacket. One of the pockets was already missing a button. He stood outside our door and looked as dopey as a bridegroom.
"Hey, happy New Year, and how in the world did you make the girl marry you?" I faked a frown and crossed my arms across my chest.