Johanna lights up like a newly changed bulb at the nickname. "Oh, that's precious," she laughs warmly. "I love it," she says. "Please tell me I can keep that. It's the exact kind of name you'd love to throw in his face when he starts in on that little mask of his." She's grinning, though, as fondly as a person can when discussing insulting a friend.
"If he could've found it," Johanna admits. "It's not like I'm trying. I doubt he is, either."
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"If he could've found it," Johanna admits. "It's not like I'm trying. I doubt he is, either."