“Look,” Bryan began, “you don’t have to be in a rush to go back to your place!”
Karla looked back at him incredulously, “Bryan! I don’t have any clothes! I had like, one dress and you ripped it to shr . . .” Her blue eyes narrowed.
He waited, blinking expectantly.
She popped him in the shoulder. “Pig!”
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