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"What..?"
She tilted her head. "What kind?"
"Well what did I do?"
Aspen woke quietly, observing him sleepily. "August..?"
"You're the one starting it."
"You have a dog?"
"I didn't do anything," he said warmly.
Aspen was still asleep, her arms around her pillow.
"No."
"Uh huh.. I see that."
He flushed, kissing her back.
(Yoop!)
"Uh.. no."
She laughed. "Are all your nicknames like that?"
His frowned deepened. "Well either way it would be creepy. I mean, could you picture eggs for eyes and bacon smile? It's just unsettling." He...
She relaxed, going quiet.
"I think you're wrong."
"Hm.. Not that I can think of."
He tapped his chin. "Yes, but what if you were a pancake? What kind of flavor would you be?" He frowned, obviously giving this some thought as he...
She put her papers away. "Night!"
