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Wick
“So, let me get this straight,” Cannon said next to me, switching his stretch by alternating his bent leg to straight, then reaching for the opposite toe. “The girl doesn’t even kiss you, but almost kisses you, and you run out to buy her a damn kitten?”
I scowled at him. Practice was about to start any minute, and we were doing warm-up exercises on the sidelines of the football field before it did.
“I didn’t buy it,” I muttered. “They were just giving them away. She’d always wanted a kitten, and this is honestly the first place she’s ever lived where she could get one. Her mom’s allergic, so she couldn’t have one growing up, then there was no way they would’ve allowed one in the dorms when she moved to college. So…” I shrugged. “It just made sense.”
“It just made sense,” Canno
