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She glared at Mo. "Because I decided to be nice, I guess."
She nodded, taking his hand warmly.
It continued to grow as she willed it to, going higher and higher.
She looked up at him, tugging on her hair. "About having a crush on you."
"It is to me," she said, pulling away to look at him. "It's a wonderful thing."
It grew, climbing higher towards the sky.
She followed him outside.
"You're not correct," she said stubbornly.
She rested her chin on his shoulder. "I'm lucky to be loved by you."
They would slowly grow.
She nodded, going and opening the door for him.
"It doesn't mean anything," she mumbled.
She flushed, taking off the hat and hugging him.
He pursed his lips. "Fine."
"That means a lot to me. Thank you."
Aspen squinted at him. "I swear to God."
"What do you mean?"
Warner blinked. "Wait! I can't fly so I can't help you."
She waved it off. "That's okay. I just paint for my own leisure."
Aspen watched Mo for a moment, her eyes intense. "Mo, stop it."
