“Anyhoots,” she continues, “Mr. Fancy Pants convinced me he was A-okay. I figured you hooked up with someone at the White House. I was all excited for you until he told me he was your neighbor and you were still in bed. Then I find out he’s not only your neighbor, but he’s the smoochie kind of neighbor who you’re a teensy bit protective of. So, I want to know—why haven’t I met him? And if everyone else knows about the smooches but me, I’m gonna be pissed.”
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