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"What do you mean I have to be his date?" Abigail asked. Zeke, wearing his tophat, towered over her in their parent's living room.
"He also has to be your date. It’s mutual," Zeke explained, sort of.
"I don't see why I need a date or why he needs a date at all," Abigail argued.
"It's the Mistletoe Madness Bookstore Scavenger Hunt Date Night," Zeke said, raising his arms so they were even with his shoulders, like he was a ringmaster in a circus.
"Why don't you want to go with Jamie?" Her mother asked. She was sitting on the couch, knitting a sweater from a large ball of bumpy, olive green yarn.
Abigail didn't want to get into a discussion about Jamie with her mother. She glared at Zeke, who was blissfully ignorant of how touchy this situation was for his two top, only, staff members
