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” I sobbed. “Vanessa, honey, you don’t need to lie in front of me. Just tell me how you feel and be honest. I know, we rushed everything and push you guys together, but just tell me how you really feel.” “It’s not fat, it’s called muscle.

” he said, lifting up his shirt and I blushed, looking at his perfectly sculpted abs. One thing I knew for certain—I’d never seen anyone as graceful as Cash on the field.

He moved swiftly, smoothly, past his opponents. He made it look like more than a game—like it was an art. I could suddenly see why he loved it. Why anyone might love sports. To me, it had always been just a game, but to people like Cash—like my dad and Randy, even—it was a life, an art, a passio, Meet Local Singles.

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I got to feel her heartbeat. I smiled at that. “It’s big.” He said looking at me “We’re great Magdalene, and we always will be.” It was the truth.

He seems frustrated now, a tiny pout on his plump lips, streaks of his blue hair falling into his eyes. The strange thing is, he doesn’t seem to be angry or even annoyed by me, but by himself. What kind of guy is he? He is proving almost everything that I thought was true about every guy wrong.

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