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“So, I guess that means I lose, huh?” Franklin stands and unfastens the button on his Jeans, “I guess I can take care of Alma’s dare at the same time, right?”
“Bold move!” Mary says, “Goin’ pants-off right off the bat.”
“I didn’t exactly dress for the competition,” she admits, “So I’m startin’ out no-pants, although you’ll all be able to see exactly what I’m not wearin’ in just a second” She laughs, undoing the top button of her labcoat.
“I got this new sweater, just for the party, so I don’t really wanna take it off right away. Sooooo…” He pulls his jeans down, exposing his boxer briefs beneath the hem of his sweater. As he pulls the jeans off his second foot, he begins hopping around in a circle on one foot.
:Wow, you have excellent balance, Franklin!
“Thanks, I exercise a little so I’m pretty good at this sort of thing,” Franklin says as he passes, hopping around the table to hand his Jeans to Alma. "That was a really great hand, you're pretty good at this!"
Alma takes Franklin’s jeans and sets then aside and glances nervously at him, not sure where to direct her eyes.
“It just kind of worked out for me, I guess.”
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