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9. Yucky Thing He Carries a Torch for You
Naima hugged her mommy as she got out of the car.
'Be good, okay.'
Naima rolled her eyes. 'Aren't I always?'
Taissa chuckled and passed her her school bag and a few wads of money. 'For munchies and souvenirs and whatnot,' she said.
'Okay, thanks, Mommy. You want me to get you something?'
Taissa pretended to chew over this for a moment. 'Anything will do,' she said finally just as the son came out from the other side of the car.
'What of me?!' he asked loudly as he bounded over to his sister. He held her right hand and made puppy eyes at her, sticking out his bottom lip. 'Aren't you gonna get me something, Naima?'
'Oh, why would I ever forget you? I'd get the best anything for you.'
'Can I get a Jag model, please.'
'No way, man. It's way too high-priced. 'Sides they might not have that.'
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