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Just one thing. . .” Dallas starts. I can tell by the tone that he thinks he’s going to be funny.
I turn and look at him, waiting. He’s scrunching up his face.
“Him? You picked him?”
“Shut up right now if you know what’s good for you.”
“I mean, maybe with the lights off, or from far away, maybe, but up close?” he shudders.
“That’s it. You’re on lockdown.”
He gets on his knees. “Wait! No! I was kidding! I. . .”
I hold up a hand. “Nope.” I take my pointer finger and circle my face and torso. “This? All of this? Now off limits.
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