“Look at you smiling at your phone like a teenager,” Cory says, taking a seat across from me at one of the tables on the plane. “Who’s the girl?” “No girl,” I say just as Lincoln and Jason take a seat as well. “Ha, okay,” Lincoln mutters while setting his phone on the table. “Wait, is there a girl?” Jason, the ever-romantic asks. “No,” I say just as Lincoln says, “Yes.” Smiling broadly Jason and Cory both stare me down. “There’s a girl,” Cory says, nudging me from under the table. “She’s fuck-hot, too,” Lincoln says. “And has one hell of a personality.” Can’t deny either one of those
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