"Yeah, I noticed," I say, my smile genuine and a little worried for a beat, and then sliding into something teasing again, "Eat your sandwich I fucking slaved over." Nudging his foot under the table, I turn back to my plate, catching myself glancing around for something that's obviously not there.
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Date: 2007-03-26 04:44 am (UTC)