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It's nice hearing him say that if you work hard, you can do anything you want. I like knowing I can control my future.
Mom sees the smile on my face and wraps an arm around me.
"I'm so, so proud of you."
What was I thinking, touching Jeremiah's arm like that? He must think I'm a complete Creepy McCreeperson.
"What is up with the guys in your life squeezing my hand off?" he mutters, wringing his fingers out.
"Just protective, I guess."
"Yeah? Well, I'm gonna have to stop shaking their hands or I won't have a hand left to beat you at badminton later."
He daintily eats his piece as I chow down. "Don't eat the seeds! You'll grow a watermelon baby."
"You caught me," he laughs. "I loved water skiing. I've never gone before."
"But you looked like a pro out there! How is that possible you're good at every sport?"
"That's just silly. I stink at ballet--my little sister tells me that when I try to copy her moves."