“It’s possible, or plausible, or perhaps even likely.” His eyes flicker, that amusement and flashing gleam of heat so hilariously out of place given the fact he may or may not be flirting with me using my favorite cartoon, which was made for children. Be still my freaking heart. I’ve almost forgotten exactly the horrors that lie within my notebooks. A laugh bubbles out of my chest, and I can’t stop the way it overtakes me. “Wow, puppy. Wow. If only your employees…no…the world could see you now.” He begins whistling the theme song, striding past me to the bookcase. “It’s not Wordgirl
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