Flavours of love
She huffed in annoyance, "You're no fun. Anyway, you know who's coming back to town?"
"Yeah, I know. That's why I'm asking, isn't it?"
Her gaze narrowed at me. "Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, my dear Camiela."
"That's not the full quote, my dear Shirley," I mocked.
"Then what is?"
My gaze fell to the floor as my elbow hit my purse, causing it to tumble onto the ground and send all my belongings pouring out. I groaned in annoyance and stood kneeling down to pick it up. "Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit—"
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