Chapter 9

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9 The other contestants stare at us. Alaric and I release each other at the same moment, and we both stumble back without the box there holding us up. “Aw man, nice one!” Sora offers with a hand held high in the air for Alaric to slap. “Wish I’d thought to get stuck in a girl’s box.” Alaric ignores Sora’s hand. “Not this girl’s box.” Honestly. Is there no end to his rudeness? “My box is everything a girl’s box should be and more.” “Excuse me.” Prisha steps forward. “I do not think box is a good word to describe the beautiful flower that is the female genitalia.” “Oooh!” Sora’s eyes go wide. “Dude! I totally didn’t get that until now. I just meant her like box, not like her box.” He raises up the hand that Alaric refused. “C’mon, Prisha. Up top for the box.” Thunder rumbles all arou

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