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He flings open the door to the garage, and the handle bounces off the wall. Not once today has he opened a door with an appropriate level of force.
I wonder if it would be strange if I just stood up and left.
“I wouldn’t mind if you were bad at kissing,” he muses, not letting go of my hand. “That just means we get to practice more.”
