“I’m bored, Claire.” Peter whines as he joins her in her hiding spot under the table. The fancy tablecloth is just long enough to hide them from view.
“Suck it up, and grab us another bottle of champagne.” She whispers back. He smiles, holding up a chilled magnum of the best France has to offer. Popping the cork, he waits for the bubbles to
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