“And, Lucille?” “Yes?” “There’s poop on your cheek.” My eyes widened in horror as I moved to a mirror and grabbed a baby wipe to clean my face. I looked at Graham who was snickering to himself, and my cheeks didn’t stop turning red. I crossed my arms and narrowed my stare. “Did you just ask me on a date even though there was poop on my face?” He nodded without hesitation. “Of course. It’s just a little poop. That wouldn’t change the fact that I’m in love with you and want to take you out on a date.” “What? Wait. What? Say that again…” My heart was racing, my mind spinning. “I want to take you
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