“Oh, my God! Kyle!” Stevie ran into the open arms of Kyle Jean-Louis Parker, hugging him tightly. Behind her, she heard, “Him, you remember?” “Of course, I remember Kyle,” she said, keeping one arm around his waist while Kyle’s arm curled around her shoulder. “He’s Kyle.” Kyle nodded. “Exactly. But you do remember these guys, Stevie.” He pointed at Cooper. “Mr. Needy.” Cherise. “Pathologically shy.” He gestured to the young woman walking up behind them. “Genetic freak.” “Ohhhhh! Of course! Your siblings!” “Seriously?” Cooper demanded.
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