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"Or est, and his eyes move over my face in a way that rees softly "In any case, after you left, I kept thinking about you About the su when it came to you So" He lifts his shoulders "Aht need a guide," I say "Soet in over your head"

With a sigh, Miles leans against the belt "That’s presumptuous," he tells me, even as he reaches out to cover one of my hands with his "Only a real ponce would make an offer like that"

I lean closer "I happen to like ponces"

He leans closer, too, enough so that I can feel the warmth of his breath onataround Full-on snogging, as he would say, right there in front of everyone

Okay, so everyone in this case is Isabel and the one old lady in her line, but still So I lean even closer, aith the conveyor belt between us, but hey--

"NO BOYS!"

The cry is muffled but still very loud and acco sound

I pull back and look up toward theof Mrs Miller’s office She stands there, one fist propped on her hip, the other rapping the"NO BOYS!" she shouts again through the glass, and Miles looks up at her, brorinkled

"Is that the norers at Mrs Miller

"In America, no, but at the Sur-N-Sav, yes"

He looks back at ht "Then can we leave the Sur-N-Sav, please?"

I glance back up at Mrs Miller, who’s turning away fro, and probably on her way down here to lock rin and pull Miles back to ers twisted in the collar of his shirt "In a ain

Maybe not in a palace or a bothy or a Rolls-Royce, but there’s no place else I’d rather be