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“Thanks, Brandon. Um . . . have you tried 
those cute little barbecued wing-dings? 
They’re actually quite delicious!”
BRANDON AND ME, 
HAVING A VERY DEEP CONVO 
ABOUT WING-DINGS!
“Nikki, did you just say . . . wing-dings?!”
“Yep. They’re at the front table right near 
the punch. They also have honey glazed and 
hot ’n’ spicy. But the barbecued ones are my 
favorite.”
“Um . . . actually, no. I haven’t tried them.”
“Well, you really should. . . .”
“So, I . . . um . . . want to ask you 
something. . . .”
“About the wing-dings?”
Brandon’s face was intensely serious. “No. 
Actually, I want to know if . . . you . . .”
I was holding my breath and hanging on to 
his every word.
“. . . I mean, it would be totally cool if you 
would consider going to the—”

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