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[She melts into it, squeezing right back, mutters damn right against his hair. Once they finally let go, she leans her head on his shoulder, shrugs with the side that isn't pressed against him.]

Not especially. If Ben wins I'll auction it off, probably. Or just pick somewhere fun.

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