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“Does he know?” she asked as he picked up another baseball.
“Ha!” Bucky huffed, throwing the ball a bit too hard and only knocking down the bottle at the top. “Stubborn punk ain’t got a clue.” He missed the bottles entirely that time.
She patted his shoulder while he pulled out another nickel. She looked off to where Alice stood with Steve.
“What’s your plan? Win him a stuffed bear and hope he gets the hint?”
Another couple came close and she twirled her red curls around her finger, leaning into Bucky flirtatiously.
“I don’t know, Dot. I don’t know.”