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Amanda was waiting at my house when I got home from work.
“Hey, what are you doing here?”
She wouldn’t answer until we were safely in my room.
“Jordan’s car is still acting up, so I had to take him to practice today. And Greg was there.”
“Yeah, so?”
“So, he was asking about you. I think maybe you should give him a shot.”
“Wait a minute—you said he wasn’t good enough for me, remember? You said he seemed kind of boring, as I recall.”
“Yeah, but I heard him talk a little more today, and maybe he’s not so bad.”
“‘Not so bad,’ huh?” I said. “A really glowing recommendation.”
“Anyway, I gave him your phone number.”
“Amanda!”
“What? He’s entitled to call.”
“Since when?”
“Since he said lots of nice things about you, like how pretty he thinks you are.”
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