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"Why do you think otherwise?"
Avice blinked, hesitating and panicking as she read. She went back to the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed. She looked over at the sleeping...
"I think you're very pretty."
"I didn't know anyone else."
She opened it curiously.
She grinned. "It's true!"
"Because I wanted to dance."
She tilted her head. "Yes, that's me."
"I like looking at pretty things."
"I just don't know about it. I've been here awhile and I'm just fine on my own."
She frowned, sitting up. She pulled away from his arms and went to answer the door.
"Because I love you."
"I guess.."
Her back was against his chest. She shifted slightly, turning to face him as her eyes fluttered open.
"Now why would I do that?'
Avice was asleep the next morning.
"I should?"
(Zoop?)
She grinned at him. "I like looking at you."
"Mm. I guess.."
