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Steve pinned Soda's arm down after the long wait.
"Ha! You owe me five bucks!"
"Hey, Steve!" I called out.
"Yeah, Y/N?"
"I bet you ten dollars I can beat you in an arm wrestle," I smirked.
"Alright, your on!"
We sat across each other with the gang crowding around. I interlocked my hand with his.
"1, 2, 3, go!" Soda shouted. We fought and fought. Then I blew him a kiss with my free hand and distracted him long enough to pin his hand down.
"Ha! You owe me ten bucks!"
"No fair! That didn't count!"
"Too bad. I won."
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