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He clearly gets a kick out of riling me up.

“Do I have to feed you?” he nods at my bag, reminding me I said I needed to eat, and I haul it to my lap to curl my arms around it defensively.

“No! I can feed myself. I’m not an imbecile. I didn’t come out unprepared.”

“Really?” An eyebrow rises as he ...

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