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“Pretty girl, pretty name,”
“Because I want to hold your hand,” he said with a confident look on his face. “And maybe kiss you,”
“I gotcha covered. You’re a tiny thing, you’ll freeze out there without it.”
“You’re like art,”
“Damn,” he gave me a quick squeeze and rested his chin on my head. “Fuckin fireworks, Juju.”
