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“I know kitten. I k-know.” Jack smiled at her faintly, turning his head to glance over his shoulder at her. “You can have s-some fun though. Just don’t spend all your time on them, th-that’s all.”
“Right,” she giggled, making fake gun motions at him, hoping to quell the butterflies in her stomach. “You don’t..you didn’t..read my stuff, did you?”
Jack shook his head. “No. I mostly keep up on things with your mother. She’s on here too, after all.”
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