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Twenty-four months ago, Neon was chased by a dog across the church parking lot. It wasn't his finest moment, and he would have loved to forget it if it weren't for the fact that it led him to meet the dog's lovely owner, Aria. Twenty-four weeks ago, Neon's dad insisted on talking to him about intimacy. Neon and Aria are in love, and although they haven't taken the plunge yet, they've already started talking about... well, you know. Twenty-four days ago, Neon's mom found a bra (gulp) in his room. Hey! Don't judge him! Those hooks are tricky, so Neon figured he'd better practice, since the big day was only a month away. Twenty-four hours ago, Neon's sister, Nat, gave him some advice about girls. That's when Neon realized he shouldn't listen to his friends. Twenty-four minutes ago, Neon left work with a tray of chicken strips. They're not candles or caviar, but they're his favorite food. And right now? Neon is locked in Aria's bathroom, panicking because in twenty-four seconds they're going to... Well, they won't do anything if he can't get out of his own head (all the advice, the insecurities, and the "what ifs") and out of this bathroom.