ZipperBear
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Mid-way her attack hug, she skidded to a stop, eyes narrowing at him at the nickname. Her cheeks tinted red, whether from embarrassment or anger, she didn't know. Alice glared at Dennis as she fixed her bag she'd carelessly slung over her shoulder.
"I'm not THAT short!" She paused. "Just a little bellow average..."
"I'm not THAT short!" She paused. "Just a little bellow average..."