glance over my shoulder to see Cruz dry humping the air before I roll my eyes and turn back around. “Is he dry humping the air again?” Camille asks. “Yeah.” She keeps walking forward. “Stop dry humping, Cruz, or we’re circling back to that harassment claim!” “Sorry, you know I’m only joking!” Cruz calls from behind. “You’re my favorite, Cami.” “Excuses, excuses,” she mumbles.
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