" You," I said with a squeeze. "In." Another squeeze accompanied my words and I heard him suck in a breath, waiting for me to finish. For me to tell him what he wanted to hear. "An apron. I want you to make me a cupcake." A loud whoosh expelled from his lungs, followed by glaring in my direction. "You're cruel, and that's not something I can buy you. "
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