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“It’s- I’m-” Joel sputtered. Cleo had barely done anything and he was already flustered.
This was not going well, he was never planning a surprise again, this was so stressful, why would he do this to himself- He heaved a sigh and ran one hand through his hair, offering the other to shake. “Hi, I’m Joel, I’m looking for Lizzie, my girlfriend, and I think she lives here…?” He trailed off, lifting the last few words, accidentally twisting them into a question.
She barked a laugh and ignored his hand to open the door the rest of the way.
“Hi, I’m Cleo.”
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