“Uh-huh.” Zane flops in bed, wiggling under the covers. Duke joins him, stretching out on top of the covers along his back, and he sighs, content. “I have faith in ya. Y’ll come up with a great ‘un and I’ll love it. Then we’ll both have ‘em. ‘N they’ll be a disgustin’ just between us thing an’ everyone’ll make fun of us for it.” It doesn’t sound like he thinks it’s a bad thing.
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