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With a curse, I end up on the ground like Velma in Scooby-Doo, patting around the gravel as I look for my—hopefully—unbroken glasses.
Has baking always sounded so damn sexual?!
“Let me show you how to beat it properly,” he says, and then we both pause and Ranger laughs,
That … is the best birthday present I've ever had.
“Just because you're a very ugly boy doesn't mean you're not a gorgeous girl,”
I don't expect to see Ranger Woodruff wearing a pink and white checkered apron with lace and frills … and nothing else. Like, I walk into the room, and I see his perfect ass right there in plain view. He spins around with a spatula in hand, his sapphire eyes widening in shock.
“Eyes up here, asshole. I know you're bi, but even if I were a flaming rainbow unicorn, I wouldn't date your ass. You're a pathetic, sulking loser.”
“You cook naked in your grandmother's aprons? Do you know how weird that sounds?”
The twins are squabbling over the last M&M cookie; they've eaten all the rest.
I do manage to peg him right in the face with a custard tart.
