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We keep going until we’re both tangled up, and neither of us can touch the damn spinner.

“Red,” he says, and I lick my lips, looking around strategically. “Right hand,” I add, and Tristan struggles to make it work. We

look like we’re doing advanced yoga this point. “Yellow,” I say,

choosing my own c...

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