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“Kari?” She turned at her desk, away from the old-model computer that frequently gave us both fits. Her eyes found mine and she was listening. “Yes?” “That’s — that’s something I should probably say to you,” I said. “Do you mind?” Her light eyes turned quizzical. “What do you mean? Go ahead. What?” Kari had been talking about her shorts. The same ones she had on. A sexy, too-small pair of mini-shorts, just barely covering her upper legs and certainly contouring around everything she had in...