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Melinda interrupted my texting. “If you keep smiling like that, people will think you’re watching porn on your phone.”

“I’m not smiling at my phone.” I had to physically make myself pout so I wasn’t smiling. “I’m doing lip stretches.”

“Mmhm,” Melinda deadpanned.

I leaned across our lunch table and whispered, “And who smiles when they’re watching porn?”

“Happy people, and virgins.”

I considered that and conceded with a nod. “Good point.”