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"To you as well, Bean." He paused, grinning. "That's what I've decided to call you."
He looked surprisingly amused by this. "I think I can handle that."
He had an expression of playfulness, bowing as if at her service. "I suppose anything you'd like, my dear."
"I don't quite think I should be telling you," he said earnestly. "It's better you don't know."
He grinned. "Small world, is all."
"No," he said, crossing his arms. "You were the one that dropped the wood earlier."
"I guess I am," he replied slowly. "And your footing. Wouldn't want to drop anything again."
He raised an eyebrow. "Yes, I suppose so. Be more careful, next time."
He watched her curiously. "I suppose so."
He showed her his empty hands. "You're not being threatened anymore. I just wanted your heart." *** She nodded. "See you soon."
"I'm not a revolutionary," he said flatly. "I just do what I want." *** She shook it gladly, her shoulders relaxing. "Harper."
He sheathed his knife, a small smile on his face. "Well you see, the problem with that argument is I don't really care." *** She considered...
He looked mildly intrigued, his expression curious before he shrugged smoothly. "I suppose I'm just living up to expectations, then." *** She...
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"Harmless to those with flawless hearts. You should know how people feel about imperfections, especially if you don't have a heart either." ***...
He glared at her. "Hearts are pointless to have. People don't realize that." *** "I like to think I am," she said, approaching the gate.
He put his knife away, evidently surprised. "I.. I don't have one either. I've never met anyone else like that." *** She shrugged. "When I can."
He looked unconvinced, pointing at the bag. "What's in there?" *** She side eyed him with a frown. "I was repairing a heart."
He raises an eyebrow, watching her. "I'd like your heart, please." *** She looked down at the box containing the heart. "I have something to...
He frowned slightly, pulling out his small knife and slowly coming towards her from behind. *** She held the package close to her, her brows...
