ebonyfeather

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Persistence

“Don’t touch that,” Danny warned.

Becker sighed and sat back in the passenger seat, arms folded. Five minutes later, he discreetly reached for the stereo again.

Danny smacked his hand away.

“Oh, come on, Danny. I’m tired of listening to AC/DC.”

Danny shook his head. “My car, my music.”

“Please?”

Danny knew he was defeated when Becker looked at him with those big brown begging eyes.

“Fine,” he relented. Becker smiled and reached for the CD player.

It was worth having to endure Britney Spears for the rest of the journey, Danny decided, just to see Becker looking so happy.

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End.