I synched it to mine, so we can dance to the same songs.” ![]() “You made me a flash-mob playlist?” she asked. I handed Cassidy the iPod I’d borrowed off my dad, and she stared down at it, completely baffled. “Hey,” I said, reaching into my back pocket. Cassidy and I shuffled toward the escalator, mildly humiliated at having been caught. When we came up for air, Toby was standing there, making a face. ![]() “Oh, really?” Cassidy murmured, her lips against mine.
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