Duncan forms a pouch with his t-shirt and throws in as many shells as possible. “I want an older woman.”
“Sure, kid. How old are we talking?”
“Like, sixteen.”
“Wow. Calm down.”
“Hey! I think I could pull one.” He balances his pouch with his left arm and flexes with his right. “I’m basically a man now.”
I scoff. “Don’t hurt yourself.”
“Never.”
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