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This month, however, I'd convinced him to try something new, so he'd moved one step down the rainbow, so to speak.
“You've known many, then?” said Cal, giving a few more futile tugs on the pink fleece.
“Rough and dirty,” I said, tossing the paper back into oblivion with [s]the[/s]a flick of my wrist and tilting my chin down to augment the husky voice I'd put on like cheap foundation.
Cal chuckled to himself when he saw my grimace, and I retorted by sticking my tongue out at him.
I knew he couldn't stand it and [s]so[/s] would give into even the faintest hint, just to get it to stop.
“So, you know Dean, from school?” he asked, warm, confident words contrasting my shaky ones.
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