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"Perhaps. Still, why?"
He nodded. "Okay."
She grinned. "That sounds nice."
He squinted at her. "Why do you think that?"
"I don't know them.."
She nodded. "That sounds nice."
"I was a normal child."
He nodded, stepping in hesitantly.
She stood. "What are we making?"
"Uh huh. Sure."
He didn't say anything, his shoulders weighed down.
She let go. "Okay.."
"So rebellious."
He smelled fruity from the punch. "They said I wasn't good because I'm an angel."
"I want to, too!"
"That makes more sense."
He looked down nervously. "They poured it on me.."
"No!"
"How old were you?"
It was Sariel. He looked.. wet. His light hair and parts of his wings stained the color of punch.
