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Baljeet glanced over at Buford, who was staring fondly at him. He smirked a little. “What are you smiling at me like that for?”
“Huh?” Buford’s smile disappeared. “I’m not smilin’! You’re smilin’!”
He socked him in the shoulder. “OWWWW!” Baljeet winced. “Not anymore!”
“‘Smilin’,’” Buford muttered, glancing away dourly.
