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“So you aren’t going to stay over?”

“No.”

“You said you would.”

I give her a look. “I said ‘maybe.’”

She frowns. “So why no now?”

I roll my eyes at her — gesture to her vaguely. “Because you have a face.”

“I don’t have a face,” she pouts. “I mean, well, I have a face but—”

I give her a look. “You have bedroom eyes.”

She pouts more. “These are my regular eyes.”

“They are not.” I tell her, even though they sort of are.

“This is how I always look at you,” she tells me and I’m telling you — that, right there, is the truth. As well as the reason why we got pregnant in high school.

I swallow heavy.

“I’m leaving,” I tell her.

“No!” She stomps her little foot.

I press my mouth into her forehead.

“Breakfast tomorrow?” I offer as a shitty alternative.

She sighs. “Okay.”

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