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40. Spell
They clinked their glasses of butterbeer together, celebrating.
“Nastrovje,” he said, amazing her.
“Hey! I didn’t teach you that word! How did you learn it?” She asked, amazed.
He chuckled, “It’s called a book, Zhenya. I read one.”
“A book? Not… a dictionary or something?”
He chuckled again. “Okay you caught me.”
She felt herself blush. Never had a man learned a Russian word to impress her with. But there he was. She leaned in slowly. A centimetre from his face she whispered “You’ve put a spell on me Gerald Rush. And now I’m allllll yours,” and kissed him softly.
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