Kissing looked...nice.
"We could try that, next time I visit your dreams." Torin suddenly said, and my SpaghettiO's sloshed over the side of the bowl.
"What?"
Torin nodded toward the television. "Kissing. You've never done it, I'm quite good at it...seems like we should at least make an attempt."
Glaring at him, I scrubbed at the spot on my T-shirt.
"I don't want to kiss you.

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