What Am I Pretending?
Miguel raised his hand, holding a bright yellow flower over Tulio's
head.
"What are you doing?" Tulio pushed at Miguel's hand, brushing off his
hair.
"Can't you just pretend for a minute?" Miguel moved the flower back
over Tulio's head.
"No, whatever it is, I can't. Get away with that thing."
"Pleeease?" Miguel whined, blinking wide green eyes at his scowling
partner.
"No."
"Just once?"
"No."
Miguel's shoulders drooped with a dramatic sigh and his arm fell.
Tulio sighed. He growled at his partner. "What am I pretending?"
"That it's mistletoe."
"Well, why didn't you say so?" Tulio grinned lasciviously.
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