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On our walk, Will kept trying to make me laugh with his lame pun jokes, and, much to his delight, he was clearly winning. Despite how ridiculous they were, I couldn’t help but laugh every single time, which only seemed to encourage him more. “You know, Lucky,” he started, his grin as mischievous as ever, “I’d tell you a joke about pizza, but it’s a little cheesy.” I rolled my eyes, already feeling the corners of my mouth twitch. “You’re impossible,” I said, trying to sound exasperated, but the laugh bubbling up betrayed me. He chuckled, clearly pleased with himself. “Come on, admit it. You’d crust me to keep the good jokes coming.” “Stop,” I said, laughing harder now. “That was terrible!” “Terribly good, you mean.” He winked, sliding his hands into his pockets as we walked. “But don’t
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