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“What?” Delia inquires innocently. “What’d I say?” Zach grins, proud of his girl. “Exactly what I did.” She falls into a fit of laughter. “I love us.” “Me too, and you know what else I love?” “Pizza? Me too. I’ll make us some.”
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