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I scrunch up ust "We talk about the weirdest shit"

"Word"

"Anyway, I ran into Mason right after that, and I told him what I said, that I called hi ainst the wood My cheeks burn "He looked so happy to hearout, but he was just so ready, you know? Like yes, say it again Again, Brooke Please I could practically hear his thoughts"

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Oh, my God I just turned into a preteen

"Weird indeed," Joey reain, followed by the loud tapping of heels striking on tile Dylan steps into the kitchen with ular in the bakery up until last year when she popped out her second kid Now she’s a full-ti planner, and hardly has a minute to spare for visits that aren’t work related

"Goodthe worktop and wrapping her arne?"

"It’s Billy’s I ran out" Joey leans back, releasing her fro "Do you like it better than o"

"What?" Joey cranks his neck around to stare at her "I’ I’rance"

"Excusethe front, bitch?" Dylan affronts "Don’t pisscharts lately"

"Is it?" I ask, droppingbelly