JJ was talking to John B and Pope, leaning against the porch railing, when Yn stormed past them, her eyes burning with irritation.
“JJ!” she snapped, her voice sharp, cutting through the night air. “You can’t just say whatever comes into your head, you know.”
JJ, never one to back down, smirked. “I didn’t mean it like that, Yn. You’re just too sensitive.”
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