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The man she’d laid claim to pulled back slowly as if his lips were reluctant to part from hers. He set her back on her feet, and it belatedly occurred to her that he’d managed to remain standing during the entire affair.
How lovely.
Not many men could handle her enthusiasm— also known as ‘your fat ass’, according to her wanted-to-be-punched brother— when she jumped on them.
And yes, that was another thing her mother tried to curb, given her enthusiastic habit of flinging herself at people to say hello inadvertently took them to the ground— and on some unfortunate occasions to the emergency room.
Daddy’s fault. A big man, he never had a problem catching his twin baby girls, even when they got to be taller than most men.
Lucky her, though, fate had chosen a big hunk of a guy as her mate.
Fist pump.
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