We parry back and forth for a few minutes until a rogue glance down at her legs results in me getting clocked in the side of the face with the tetherball. “HA-HA!” Chloe laughs, her hands tangling in the rope as she reels the ball back in. She lets out another wild laugh. “I’m sorry. It’s so rude of me to laugh at you…but that was impeccable.” I rub my hand over my jaw. “You’re ruthless.” “I didn’t hit you on purpose! You were too busy staring at me to see the ball coming.” “I was trying to be subtle.” She rolls her eyes, swinging around the pole to join me on my side of the court. “You’re
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