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2024-10-29 19:42:56Seth punched his hand away. “See, Callie, you don't wanna get in a car with this guy.”
“'Course she does,” Baxter brushed him off. “I'm taking Parker somewhere sweet tonight, and everybody wants to ride the Baxter machine-”
Retha cleared her throat loudly, indicating the conversation was getting too crass for her refined taste. Baxter winked at me. “See yah tonight, Parker,” he grinned, saluting me as he jogged back to the Meatheads.
“Why is the football team filled entirely with dorks?” Eva moaned.
“Cute dorks, though,” Retha corrected.
“I'm going on a date with Baxter,” I said incredulously. “Is the sky falling? Is D.C. up in flames?”
My friends looked at me like I'd sprouted a third limb. “You asked for it,” Seth snorted. “Though why, I've got no idea.
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