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“You nervous, little Pip?” She groans. “Why would I be nervous, Rome?” “You tell me. We’ve slept in the same bed before but last time, there wasn’t a barricade.” “Last time, I was twelve, and you weren’t throwing around sexual innuendoes like confetti.”

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Book:Playing Pretend
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