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It was his turn to laugh. “You’re probably too late. There’s probably already one of those floating around. Where’s your phone, Brown Eyes? I need your number.”
We tapped our phones together, sharing our contact information.
“I’ll call you.”
“Okay,” I agreed, watching him walk away.
“Kaynaan Israel.” LoLo fanned herself like she was swooning.
“What was that?”
She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know. I’ve never seen anything like that before. Didn’t recognize it. Grown man shit, maybe?”
We both laughed.
