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Josh looked around like he was making sure no one else could hear him. "Maybe," he reached for the basket and pulled out a huge box of strawberries. "Do you like them? They're my favorite. I've got something else, too." He reached back in the basket and pulled out the cool whip. "Now it's my favorite." Forget the chicken, he wanted the strawberries. So he left his fried chicken and grabbed a strawberry and some cool whip.
"Holy crap, these are good," he laughed. "I could eat strawberries all day."
He grabbed another and just bit into it, but this one was all liquid and dripped down his chin, making him laugh and trying to wipe his face.
"That's cool. I think I'm going to be around here for most of the summer. We should hang out more. This is nice."
He wiped his hands on his jeans. "We should play a game or something," he said. "There's this one I like. It's called three questions. The rules are you have to ask three questions, the other person has to answer truthfully and you go first." He stuck his tongue out kinda and laughed.
"Holy crap, these are good," he laughed. "I could eat strawberries all day."
He grabbed another and just bit into it, but this one was all liquid and dripped down his chin, making him laugh and trying to wipe his face.
"That's cool. I think I'm going to be around here for most of the summer. We should hang out more. This is nice."
He wiped his hands on his jeans. "We should play a game or something," he said. "There's this one I like. It's called three questions. The rules are you have to ask three questions, the other person has to answer truthfully and you go first." He stuck his tongue out kinda and laughed.
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