She turned, slightly red in the cheeks. “Hypothetically, if someone had to poop, where would they go?” Luke, Shea, and I busted out laughing. Chloe reached out and punched Shea in the arm since she was closest. Only Noah seemed mature enough to keep his cool. “There’s a Porta-Potty up here. I’ll escort you while everyone else eats,” Noah told her with a straight face. She tipped her chin up in a dignified way, and walked after him. “Thank you.”
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