“Did you just finish working out?” “At least your vision isn’t half as blurry as the rest of your senses,” he responds, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Careful with that attitude, or I’ll give you blurry vision with my fist.” I pretend to throw a punch at his face. But he doesn’t even flinch. “I only asked because you smell like gym socks.” Not really. To be honest, it actually draws me in closer— “Dispose of that.” He thrusts the balled-up paper towel into my hand. “Anyway, as I was saying, we have a problem.” “Don’t care. Look at this!” “Nui—” “Ta-da!” I swing open our refrigerator doors,
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