“I am okay with it. I will be. It’s just that she’s so damn beautiful and elegant — like this graceful swan, while I’m a…" I trail off, unsure of what I am compared to her. “You’re a what?” he arches one eyebrow at me. “A penguin!” I offer. Shane presses his lips together as he tries to stop himself from laughing, but it has certainly diffused the tension between us. “What kind of penguin?” he eventually asks with a frown. “I don’t know. One of those little dumpy ones you see in the zoo.” “I happen to think they’re adorable,” he laughs openly now. “It’s not funny, Shane,” I make a feeble
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