Mingri sighs, loud and heavy, and asks, “Do you think it’d be too crass if I also mentioned how much I like his ass?” I blink. “Um …” This time, I have nowhere to look but at Caz. But he’s looking elsewhere, seemingly lost in thought. “Um … no. That—if that’s how you truly feel—” “I do,” he reassures me. “Then yeah, go for it.” I clear my throat. “Write from the heart.”
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