Amanda

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I sigh. “One drink.” “Three.” “Two?” “Four.” I purse my lips. “I don’t think you realize how this negotiating thing goes.” “Okay, fine. We’ll stay for five drinks.” Jet holds my hand and drags me down the street, and my lazy feet stumble after him.
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