I look up at her as I lay on the blanket I've laid upon the floor of my apartment. She stands, awkwardly, not sure what to expect. I bite my lip, then, smile at her as I grab her basketball shorts, tugging on them softly, my way of saying "take them off" but she doesn't. I continue to tug, more forcefully, letting them pool at her feet. She wears
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