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There it was. Lindy's out. He could just go with it. Ken obviously thought they were talking as brother's. But no, he wasn't going to be a chicken. He'd told himself he would do this. "No. Ken, I..." He stood up, coming around the table. "I mean I... love you." He wasn't sure how he did it, but he wormed himself between Ken and the table, sitting on his lap. "I love you like... a lover." This was it. Point of no return. He was doomed.
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