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“Did you get ice cream?”
Jenks flitted from my shoulder to peek at the canvas bag I was carrying, because my conscientious girlfriend always frowned when I came from the grocery with plastic bags.
He snickered. “Ivy’s favorite flavor huh? Nice attempt at a bribe.”
“It’s not a bribe,” I denied even as I felt my cheeks burn. “
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