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He shook his head, resting his hand under her chin. "No way. I will never think you're gross. Not in a million years. Even when we're both super...
"You were a good person."
"I love you!"
She blushed. "Shhh."
"No, they didn't."
His brows furrowed, and he took her hands. "Gross? I could never think that about you. Poppy.. You're beautiful. You're absolutely lovely."
He stared at her for a moment, saying nothing. "Yes."
She grinned. "Really?"
She squinted, sitting beside him. "Shush."
"Yeah."
"Because you mostly use it to tease me.. I can't tell when you aren't."
He crossed his arms. "You may."
She shrugged nonchalantly, relaxing again.
(Yoop!) She returned a few minutes later. Her dress was not as fancy as usual, the gray skirt reaching her knees.
"A parting gift."
"No, of course not. Are you kidding me? I love you more than anything else."
"Yeah. Where can you go once you've already died?"
"Blanket fort."
She rolled her eyes, going to do so.
She nodded, folding her hands. "Yeah."
