“Did you print out your schedule, pretty girl?” She spins around, her skirt swishing around her shapely thighs, and starts walking backward so she faces me. “I sure did, QB. Why? Are you gonna walk me to my classes? Ask me to go steady?” She bounces on her toes and claps her hands. “Do I get to wear your letterman jacket?” She’s laughing at me because she has no idea how right those words are. “Oh, so I’m getting Sassy Nattie this morning, huh? And what if I do want to walk you to your class and have you be my girl? Would that be so bad?” “Nope. I don’t think it would be so bad.” She’s beaming
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