Bowie
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"Will this be all Ms..." She squinted at my sweatshirt. I knew what was coming, my last name. I've been through this a million times. As did everyone with Juilliard sweatshirts with their last names on it. "Bowie?"
My eyes widened. That's not my last name. I looked down at the sweatshirt that I had thought was mine for the last hour. "Um... Yes thank you. You can call me Ilse. I'll probably be back a lot more." I smiled. But my last name isn't Bowie, I must have grabbed the wrong sweatshirt.
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