...from F7... Marina had gone back to the erasable wipe-board sheeting she'd used to cover her half of the desk. "Boring. Call me when it's over, why don't you. Or to tell me you've gotten engaged."
"Ugh. Never. It's like he's gotten a boring-graft to his brain." Danny turned, finally, to the morning's work. "No thanks. I'm done with him," he winked at her, despite a twinge of ugliness in his throat. "He just doesn't know it yet."
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