I began to rant. “He thought we had had five dates. Why on Earth would he think sleepover equals another date?”
Alice stood there. “Maybe because it... sorta... does?” she suggested.
“Can you be quiet?” I quipped.
Alice squeaked out, “But maybe it does a little... bit... for boys.” She held up her left thumb and index finger to illustrate a ‘little bit’.
Like I couldn’t tell what a ‘little bit’ meant.
I glared at her and she fumbled and attempted to say something. Finally she spoke.
“Ah, do you want another date?”
What?
“Noooooooooooo,” I dragged out.
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