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I dug through my bag for my pyjamas, ignoring the fact I was just in my bra and panties.
“So, when Nate hangs on you at the dance, and plays with your curls during science, he’s octopus hands. When Kam does the same thing, and steals kisses?” That made me pause. Was Kamron more handsy than Nate? No, I would be able to tell, right?
I turned to face Kimia. She was mostly changed. Her pyjama shirt was on, but she’d yet to put any shorts on. “Kam isn’t like Nate.” I shook my head, and began to pull my oversized Stitch shirt over my head.
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