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"Ooh, I always adore a flexible man. Such a rare thing these days." She said with a giggle and a beam of her own. Nimbly, too, she moved her chair about the table so that she was closer to Sam, instead of across from him.
Resting her head on and upturned palm, she kept her full attention on her fellow Cheerleader as he spoke. "Better dorks than at each others throat, all I have to say." Before she laughed and nodded in agreement. "So much better to do kissing on the ground. Bugs, wind, who knows what else is up there. Total disaster waiting to happen
Again, though, she playfully swatted at him. "You are no such thing! What makes you think something silly like that?"
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"I love fish and salad, as a matter of fact. Very healthy for you, and all." She smiled back at him. "Don't you agree?"
She nodded, though, when he asked about the game. "Oh, board games, sports, I'm good with anything you would be up for." She laughed, lightly, happy that he agreed movies were second date material.
"Oh, well that is a good question. Hmm, lets see. I think Saturday would be good, after all Friday is the game and we'll have to help the loser feel better, wouldn't we?" She grinned at him. "But Saturday is good, about...five ish?"
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