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looks up at him, and I see the desire in
the pinks of her cheeks. She should be
more selective in her choice of men.
She slips away from him, swatting
him with her dish towel and prepares
what I assume is my muffin. She brings
it over, and I smile at her. “He’s
gorgeous, your boyfriend.’
She clears her throat. "You saw
that, huh?"
