Sarah Ziemann

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“Okay, okay.” I face forward. “But for real, what kind of dude—” “There is no dude, Jesus!” She nearly groans. That shouldn’t make me grin. Why am I grinning? “All right, fine. No dude.” I nod to myself, then peek at her from the side. “Not even a shitty one?” “Oh my god, Tobias!” she shouts, cutting her head my way. “Stop talking,” she says, but there’s a slight bit of something in her usually crisp tone. “Hold up.” I angle my head playfully. “Was that ... are you amused by me?” “No.” “I think you are.” “I definitely am not.” “Oh, yes, you are.” I jump in front of her, walking backward so we ...more
Dirty Curve
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