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When Jo focuses on her phone, Jack mouths to me knowing I can read lips, two peas in a pod. He motions to me and him. Not because we like the same music—we don’t always—but because he’ll join my lonely pea pod. What the fuck, I sound like a twelve-year-old dork with a crush. My mouth curves upward.
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