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“They don't care,” he says simply, I look over, but Mateo is too busy talking away to Jasmine, oblivious she is gluing his face, and Jasmine is too busy, red-faced trying not to laugh at her latest piece of artwork. I settle on his lap, covering his face in the safe concoction Jasmine made. “That feels so nasty and cold,” he whines, as I rub it on. Jasmine uses the entire bowl on Mateo's face and both of them look like they have been covered in lumpy baby vomit. Jasmine takes her bowl to the kitchen, returning like nothing suspicious is going on, she winks at me as she sits down. I quickly do Jasmine's face and she does mine. It is nice to do something like this with a friend. It's been so long, I've almost forgotten what having a girlfriend is like. I'd missed it more than I'd realize