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“No, Cleo,” Deuce says without taking his eyes off the phone. “You can’t take off my glasses.”
“What?” she sputters, offended. “I didn’t even say anything!”
“You were staring.”
“At the snakes, not the glasses. Do they… Do they need to eat? And if they do, how…?”
Deuce looks at her and smiles. Grins, even.
“Deuce? Deuce, answer me, this instant!” Cleo demands.
She’s not actually angry. In fact, she smiles too, when she realizes her boyfriend can’t stop laughing.
“Stop messing with me,” she says, trying to be serious, but it’s not long before she can’t stop laughing too.