“So, where does your family come from?” Sam asked the blonde sitting across from her.
“Um, what?” Brooke asked, clearing her throat.
“Come on, Brooke. The project is about genealogy. I can’t do it without you. Pay attention.” Sam whined, frustrated.
“Right, McPherson…that’s, um, Scottish right?” Brooke asked, blushing having been caught
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