““Oooh!" Bill squealed. " Very rococo." "So,I'm really doing this? I'm just going to go down there and pretend-" "No pretending." Bill shook his head. " Own it. Own that cleavage, girl, you know you want to." "Okay,I am pretending you didn't say that." Luce laughed-winced. "So I go downstairs and 'own it' or whatever. But what do I do when I find my past self? I don't know anything about her.Do I just-" "Take her hand," Bill said cryptically. "She'll be very touched by the gesture,I'm sure.””
