Neverseen, Chapter 42

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She rolled to her side, and the bed made an embarrassing squeaking sound.

"That was the mattress," she said.

Keefe giggled. "Everybody farts, Foster. It's cool. I still think you're cute."

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Keefe hiccupped again. "I've kissed lots of things! Just ask Biana."

"You kissed Biana?"

"A couple years ago, yeah," he mumbled. "Mostly on the cheek."

"What do you mean by 'mostly'?"

"You want a demonstration?"

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"You kissed Biana?"
...
"It wasn't a big deal," he told her. "It was just a dare."

"Okay," she said, not sure why she was clenching her fists so hard.

Keefe narrowed his eyes. "You're a hard one to read, Miss F., you know that?"

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"Well, I'm assuming comments like that are what got you here. Probably those eyes, too."

"Hey, I like Foster's eyes," Keefe told him. "Brown is so much warmer than blue."

"You two should be careful," the boobrie dude said as Sophie blushed. "Names are not welcome here."

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