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”You left that part out.”
“I’m just not very good at sneaking, am I? Are you laughing at me?”
”Laughing? Not at all,” he says, raising his hand to his face to hide his laughter, “and no, you need a lesson in being sneaky.”
“You are! You are laughing at me!” Summer dashes at him, giggling herself, and hammers her fists on his chest. “Don’t laugh at me.”