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She touches my face. Her eyes are soft. “So you’d let me go, just like that? You think it’s fair to introduce me to the best pancakes on earth and then expect me to live without them?” Do I hear a chiding tone in her voice? Is she . . . teasing me? The faintest smile touches her lips. “You used to have such a good poker face, sweetie. And now look at you. You might as well have that Jumbotron from Times Square on your forehead.” Everything inside me comes to a screeching, rubber-burning stop. Sweetie. She just called me sweetie. I can feel my face doing something strange. Watching it, Chloe’s eyes get even softer. “Don’t get all mushy on me now, rock star, you’ve got a bad reputation to uphold. How are we going to keep convincing everyone you’re such a grouchy d**k if you go around w
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