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“Simon. Whose is this?” his mother holds up a bra, scowling.
Simon is confused. “Ask Rebecca?” If it wasn’t his mother’s, the only logical explanation was it was his sister’s.
“it was in your laundry.”
“Clothes get mixed up”.
but his mom wasn’t having it, “are you sleeping with girls now, you better answer me…!”
Simon chokes, cheeks blushing, then suddenly it seems to click, he quickly takes a picture of his mother and the bra, then dials. “clary, you left your bra at my house. yes, really, hypocrite! And if you want it back I want my hoodie too.”
