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The thought of trying to make Bronte feel love made Sophie want to vomit.
“Awwwwww, Gigantor’s so cute!” Keefe interrupted. “Who knew under all those muscles was a ball of marshmallowy sweetness?”
That goes for you too, grandma. Channel your inner grumpy old lady.”
“Besides, Foster,” Keefe said, waiting for her to look at him, “when are you going to realize that you could wrap yourself in neon green feathers and start walking around roaring like a dinosaur, and we’d still hang out with you? Shoot—I’d join in.”
“I’m kinda freaking out here, so . . . I didn’t imagine that, did I? Foster just beat the snot out of him with one punch?”

