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“What? Honey, of course not!” Clark sipped his coffee, hiding his smirk behind his mug.

“You are an absolute terrible liar babe,” she sniffed her nose at him, “And I’ll get you back for that.”

“You wound me! I lie just fine,” he smirked, his mouth gaping. “Back at me how?”