Tate Webb

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Gideon playfully clutched his chest like I’d just dropped my hat before mortally wounding him. “Ouch. I thought I was funny before I met you. You’ve done nothing but bust my balls.” “Yours are in your chest?” I asked as seriously as I could, but he just rolled his eyes. “Not that I’m aware of, but I’ve heard my brain is in my dick before, so I guess you never know.”
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