Chasing Chance
Chance ate his taco, trying to hurry to get away from Aurora, but with the taco shell breaking up, he had to slow down.
"How do you do that? Eating that spicy thing and drinking a sprite. It’s either you have no taste buds or are suicidal. Because the sprite in itself is hella crispy."
"Fine, if I give you my number, will you leave me alone?"
"No, you have to do a DNA test. Prove that we are related. If we aren't, then you'll never hear from me again.
Chance chuckled, because it was like Deja Vu. He had heard similar words before.
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