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How are you so… you? You’re a twenty-one-year-old senior in college who plays football like a badass. You should be such a cocky, selfish prick.” Noah’s head falls back, and he laughs, bringing a smile to my face. “But you’re sweet and humble and way too selfless.” A smug grin covers his lips, and he squeezes my hips. “I get it from my mama,” he sings, and then it’s me who’s laughing.
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