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My sister loves dumb boys.
Brigitte stared awkwardly at Sam. He was on the couch, reading some article on his computer. His short hair was swept back, and he wore a simple black shirt, fingers tapping impatiently on the table.
What does it make me? Liking stoner boys, a drug dealer?
Sam looked at her, seeing through like usual. "What?"
Brigitte shrugged, glancing away. "Nothing."
"Doesn't look like nothing."
Ginger might be right…boys are dumb…
"Did you find anything else?" she asked, hoping to push the conversation away from her.
Sam continued to stare, lost, maybe. "Getting there," he told her, finally pulling his gaze back to his computer. "You want to get some coffee?"
Maybe she's not, surely her dumb boys didn't ask her to get coffee with them…
"Okay."