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She flushed slightly. "I didn't know that.. Sorry."
She grinned, resting her head against him.
"Nuh uh. Do I love you. Yes or no."
She almost looked like she were about to cry. "But they'll be itchy."
She squinted. "It is?"
"Yes. Of course."
"Do I love you?"
"Rowan, my hands." She was holding them out, as if they were something she didn't want but physically couldn't let go of.
"It's what?"
She squinted. "Sing Put Your Head on My Shoulder.'
"Answer the question."
"Oatmeal? Rowan, there has to be another way please!"
"Why wouldn't I?"
"I don't know any good ones."
"Oh my stars. I don't like that. I don't like being itchy."
"Can I touch them..?"
"Aw.. Maybe another one, then?"
"No. You doubt me so I suppose I'll die."
"Am I going to die?"
