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... feign innocent about the meaning of his words.
Still, this story wouldn't progress if we kept doing it the whole day.
After clearing my throat, I sported an awkward smile. Failing to speak of something to divert the subject, I raised my brush and stroke its tip on the apex of his nose.
Sam narrowed his eyes. "Are you trying to change the subject?"
"I want to make you a flower!" I blurted out.
"You want to paint on me?"
"No!" That was definitely not ...
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