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He flushed, glancing at her. "You do..?"
"Then can we just do nothing after?"
"I know."
He pursed his lips, turning away with a stubbornness that hid shyness. "No, you."
"Nuh uh."
He pouted. "Maybe to you."
He leaned back, groaning. "Ugghh. Do we have to?"
"I know. You don't lie about that stuff."
"I'm not pretty." He held his missing arm up. "I'm all broken and stuff."
"I'll get rid of it then."
"That's rude."
"I love you too."
She flushed, tilting her head. "Thanks."
"What does that mean? You're smart too."
"I didn't have a preexisting one for really, really, really."
"I am not fancy."
"I'm glad."
She gave him a quick kiss. "I appreciate it."
"No.. It just hurts.."
"You made up mine."
