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“Zayne, say a swear word.”
“What?” He looked at you bewildered, wondering where this sudden demand came from.
“I want to hear you swear.”
“I do not need to swear.”
“I know you don’t need to swear,” you responded with a cheeky smile, “but I just want to hear you say a curse word once. Please?”
“Fine…”
“Well?”
“Crud.”
“That wasn’t a swear word,” you said, frowning, “That was a fake swear word fifth graders would use.”
“How would you know that?”
“Because I did it in fifth grade.”
“Ah,” Zayne started, smirking, “I skipped fifth grade.”
“Damn it, Zayne!”