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He stood and looked at me for a moment, taking in my outfit. “You look hot.””What? Me?” I stammered, completely flummoxed.”Yeah,” he said, still looking at me.”Oh. Um, thank you. I mean, not that you don’t, but I’m not sure that you should—I mean …””Oh, no,” Roger said quickly, and I could see that he was blushing again. “No. I mean—I meant what you’re wearing. Are you going to be too warm?
