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“Like a cocktail recipe book.”
“Because there’s not enough of those.”
Tiffany playfully kicked my shin.“Fuck you.”
“I think you just did.”
She arched a brow with playful surprise.“Wow, another joke.I’m starting to think I don’t know you at all.”She stood, pulling her jeans on before running her fingers along the design cut into her shave.“It’s late.I better get home.This was fun.”
“Goodnight, Tiffany.”
“Night, Sam.”
