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As Moira strode through the midway of games, Jimmy scanned the options. She hoped he wouldn’t pick something like basketball; she sucked at basketball, and he was like a foot taller than her. It wouldn’t be a fair competition. She walked a few steps in front of him, but he caught her quickly and put his arm around her shoulder. Other than kissing her, he hadn’t initiated any displays of affection, but she tried not to read too much into it.
“This way,” he said, and pulled her to the side.
When she saw where he was headed, she groaned. A shooting game. “This isn’t fair. Obviously, you’re going to be a better shot than me—you carry a g*n for a living.”
“I just thought you wanted a prize. I didn’t know you wanted to play, too.”
She stopped abruptly. “Have you met me? Of course I want
