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You Ever Leg Wrestle?

Lola

The air changed. Lola stared at him, throat tight. Neither of them drank, but they both knew.

She was the first to break eye contact, looking down at her legs—tangled with his on the rug which he had slowly made his way onto while playing the game. “You ever leg wrestle?”

His brow furrowe...