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“Or maybe I’m not talking dirty, you just have a nasty mind.” Whoa. Did I just say that? I guess I did, since his smile widens, and grows more wicked.
“It’s all your fault. I feel downright filthy whenever you’re around.”
“Is he a germaphobe?”
“No. Just very particular, and very health-conscious.”
“Okay. That, I can get behind.” Even if my treadmill makes a better clothes hanger than it does a means of exercise.