“Come on, you guys, give me a sexy pose!” I was half-screeching already, must be my sugar rush acting up again.
“Don’t worry, hon’. We’ll look so hot that we’ll melt your popsicles!” Wow. Someone’s high today.
“Mmm. Now what kind of popsicles are you talking about?” I licked my lips for the effect.
And Cheeks’s voice went uncharacteristically low, “Why not YOU tell me?”
No. I'm not imagining this conversation. It DID happen. Though the words might have been slightly different.
No wonder we freaked people out at restaurants and caffeine-intoxication centres.
Sigh. I guess I miss us more than I could ever know.
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