Little Dude

It was obvious that she was flirting, so much that my brother pointed it out. I knew she was, I was just trying to ignore it.

“Dude,” he says. “You should get her number.”

“I don’t ask for numbers anymore little dude.”

“That’s depressing,” he says.

“Yeah, well—I’ve learned my lesson.”

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