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“Ah dinnae ken why he’s being so nice to me?” Bobo asked in the middle of working out. Hector had just come upstairs to check up on them, saw them working out and brought fresh orange juice for them both. Then he went back down to man the shop.
“Well,” Pickle said, “I think he likes your body.”
Bobo immediately turned her head to face her.
“Not like that,” Pickle chuckled, raising her palm in surrender. “At least not unless you want it as well. No, I think Hector wants to dress you up with his armour.” She downed the orange juice in one go, looking thirsty.
Bobo was taken aback by that, she stopped lifting weights. “Reely. Just thon?”
Pickle clicked her tongue. “Well, think of it like a boy playing with Barbie dolls, but the dolls are life-sized and instead of dressi
