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Amanda and Clara looked at each other, stripped their clothes off, and jumped into the pool in their underwear.
“Is it almost Thanksgiving? Because he can come stuff me any day,” the man said, and Emory and Kevin burst out laughing.
“This is Jace,” Kevin said, as I stepped onto the porch.
“I’m straight,” I said, and he started laughing.
“That’s a shame. I could chase you all over Anaheim,” he said, and I smiled. “Oh, Lord, help me, it’s cocoa and marshmallow time.” Emory was laughing loudly, by this time.
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