Sam's gentle smile became a knowing smirk. "Oh, wow. You've got it bad for her." Sarah rolled her eyes. "No worse than you for Bucky." "Touché." He hummed, raising an eyebrow. "You sure you wanna date a white girl?" "Samuel, your boy is literally whiter than milk." (Or: the Sarahmay and Sambucky fic no one asked for. Cue boatloads of pining, banter across the board, and an exploration of the different ways people can fall in love.)
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