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He chuckled, pouring a third. "That's meannn."
"It actually makes sense, too." *** She frowned. "Switch off.. Or I can visit.."
There was shuffling as she moved with a sigh, then silence.
He pursed his lips. "Sorry."
"Short-Legged-Val." *** She hesitated. "I mean.. if you want."
"Please open the door," she said quietly. "Please. Just this once."
He nodded, his brushing her waist. "I do."
He frowned. "Permission denied. *** She cocked her head. "I'm down."
She shuddered, feeling frustrated. "Then what are you gonna do, huh? What are you going to do?"
"But I know better," he said. "I won't."
He raised an eyebrow. "No cutting my pants. I have long legs so it's hard to find the right size." *** She grinned excitedly. "What kind?"
"But.. How can we be together if you don't want to get close to me? That doesn't seem very good."
He frowned. "Yes, I recall. I would be mean. I can't be mean to you now."
"No way!" *** She blinked. "Really?"
She paused. "From now on, or right now?"
He rolled his eyes. "Uh huh."
He paused. "Your pants." *** "So what do we do?"
Avice sat on the wall next to his door, a nervous hand running through her hair. "Can we at least talk from here?"
He raised an eyebrow. "No."
He frowned, checking the road. "No." *** She groaned. "Foiled!"
