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Jonah sighed as the other wiped the food stain from his face. "Mateo, showing how much we love each other isn't a competition."
Mateo shook his head. "Nonsense, dear, it's a competition as long as it exists. Plus, you like it when I treat you like the doll you are."
He couldn't come up with a response to that; it was true, after all.