Page 37 of With Love, from Cold World

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“Okay,” he said, finishing his writing and sliding the notepad back toward her. “What do you think?”

She turned it so she could better read the ten items he’d listed. His handwriting, which she’d already noticed before was almost unnaturally neat, was a little messier now, the letters joined in a half-print, half-cursive hybrid.

Ask me anything

My favorite _________ is ...

I dare you to...

Tell me a secret

Would you rather...

Compliment me!

I can’t stand _________

Contest

Take a break!

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