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"So?"
"Yeah.."
"I guess you could say I was born into it."
"No more."
She kissed his cheek. "You are too."
She nodded slowly. "Yeah."
"But most!"
"Please."
She shifted over, turning to look at him.
She pursed her lips, glancing around slightly. "Yeah."
He nodded. "Yeah. I do."
"Not tragic. Don't worry. Most people's are tragic."
"Oh lord."
She nodded, leading him before flopping on the round bed.
(Yoop!)
"Ooh. That sounds good."
"Yup."
She went to him, wrapping her arms around his waist.
She took his hand. "Let's."
He got up, yawning. "Alright."
