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  <subtitle>&amp;quot;Nat, relax!&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Relax?!&amp;quot; I began to pace. &amp;quot;What have you done?&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;What have I done?&amp;quot; He laughed. &amp;quot;You say it like I've killed someone.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;You promised you weren't going to do this anymore!&amp;quot;

He gave a large sigh. Smirks and sighs are his thing. &amp;quot;You didn't even give it another chance.&amp;quot; He squished my face in his hands like I was his little sister.

I pursed my lips. Look #3. 

He gave me a pout. Puppy dog pouts usually stop working when you turn 10, but Ted can put any third-grader to shame with his shiny brown eyes. 

&amp;quot;Alright!&amp;quot; I caved. Why, _why_ did I always cave? &amp;quot;When? Where?&amp;quot; 

&amp;quot;Coffee shop on the corner tomorrow at five. Oh, and Nat?&amp;quot;

I sighed. &amp;quot;What now?&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;It's a double date.&amp;quot; 

&amp;quot;Well that's nice to know!&amp;quot; I grumbled. Then I gave a wary smile. I always liked meeting the girls he went out with, but he still had that gleam in his eye. He still had something up his sleeve. &amp;quot;Who are you going with?&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;I was kind of hoping you could help me in that department...&amp;quot; </subtitle>
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