“Pretty face or not, he’s still a man, Tipp.” “So?” “So,” Kiva said, “most men are pigs.” There was a loaded silence, the only sound being a quiet huff from Naari at the door—almost as if she were amused—before Tipp finally said, “I’m a man. I’m not a p-pig.” “You’re still young,” Kiva returned. “Give it time.”
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