Page 129 of Just for the Cameras

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Graydon:If I didn’t have a mouth guard, I probably would do some biting.

Maple:Have you always been this…violent?

Graydon:No.

Maple:What changed?

Graydon:Nothing you need to worry about.

Maple:Is that your nice way of saying you don’t want to talk about it?

Graydon:Precisely.

Maple:I guess you’ll always remain a mystery to me.

Graydon:Nah, you know what you need to know.

Maple:You think I know enough?

Graydon:Yeah.

Maple:Okay, well…here is what I do know. You enjoy wearing pink cleaning gloves because they make your hands look dainty.

Graydon:Nothing can make my hands look dainty.

Maple:You squeal in excitement when you tackle someone. Hands shaking, ass twerking…high-pitched squeals.

Graydon:Are you sure you’re talking about me?

Maple:And in the mornings, when you pick me up, you pretend to be drinking coffee but it’s really a Shirley Temple. Don’t even deny it, I’ve seen you sipping that cherry.

Graydon:Trust me, if you saw me “sipping” on a cherry, you would know it.

My cheeks flame as I stare down at his innuendo, unsure how to really respond.

I can be flirty, but…dirty? That’s a whole different level.

Maple:Oh, um, that’s nice. I like cherries.

Graydon:Baker, could you be more awkward?

Maple:I wasn’t ready for you to talk about sipping on cherries.

Graydon:You brought it up.

Maple:I was talking about Shirley Temples, not…you know.

Graydon:Can’t even say it, can you?

Maple:I don’t know what you’re referring to.

Graydon:Liar.

God, dare I say it? No, I can’t.

Can I?

My cheeks hurt from smiling so much.

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