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'He wouldn't be my boyfriend if he was a jerk.' |
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'Well, I should hope not. Why don't you see if he wants to come over? He could have popcorn with us, you know?' |
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'Well, I don't know. The storm and everything.' |
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'It might be nice to have a guy around, especially if the lights go off.' |
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'You just want to steal him from me.' |
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'No, I don't.' She sounded disgusted by the thought. 'Boys are a pain in the neck. All they ever talk about are P-38s and M-16s and F-17s. Guns and planes and tanks and stuff. As if I even know what they're talking about. As if I care.' Denise heard her spin the toilet paper roll. 'But I really think you ought to phone Tom and see if he wants to come over and have some popcorn. How far away does he live?' |
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The toilet flushed. 'Well, he can drive over, then. He won't get very wet.' |
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'I don't know, Kara. He might just want to talk about P-38s and things.' |
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'If he does, we'll send him packing.' She stepped around the door, zipped her jeans and reached for the light switch. |
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'Aren't you going to wash your hands?' |
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She grinned. 'Didn't get anything on them.' |
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'How about washing them, anyway? You're going to be sticking your hand in the popcorn bowl.' |
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