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She stood up, offering a hand. * * * "Wherever did you get that idea?"
"A lot has happened," she said, sitting up and looking over at him. "Do you have time to come with me?" * * * He smirked, looking over at her....
She watched him, shaking her head. "I'm so glad to see you." * * * He nodded in satisfaction "Now we're acquaintances."
She pulled back slightly, her eyes bright with affection. "I missed you," she replied, her hands on his chest. "What took you so long?" * * *...
She sprinted to him and leaped on him, tackling him to the ground in a grand embrace. * * * "Then choose one."
It took bout five minutes for her to emerge, but she would be easy to notice. She was moving quickly through the grass, running at him at almost...
The forest in front of him was tall and foreboding. The leaves rustled, sharp green and shadowy. Somewhere in the canopy, a bird whistle came,...
It was cold out, the cool breeze blowing his hair. The outside was quiet. * * * "I can, if you'd like. I just thought we were friends."
Weeks had passed. There was no sign of Dahlia. * * * "If you can come up with a better one, let me know."
(Zoop?) * * * "Careful, Hook. You might need some gloves."
She gave him a small smile before turning and hurrying away, disappearing into the night. * ** He took it, setting it down next to them and...
She had tears in her eyes and she swiped at them hastily, watching him. "You'd better." * * * "You can stop," he replied. "Now we can go...
She laughed too, but it sounded like she might have been crying; she had to gasp a little for the breath. "I was mad." * * * It was harder...
She seemed surprised by this, but after a moment, he would feel her hands slide up his back like they always did, her fingers curling in his...
She glared at him before moving over the windowsill, looking over her shoulder tentatively. "Okay. Well..." She offered him a hand to shake,...
She glowered at him, looking irritated for a moment. It was an integral part of Dahlia's character, but it was also the worst part. She was...
"Then stop looking at me like that," she shot back, crossing her arms as well. * * * They approached a field of tall nettles that towered above...
She watched him, her brows furrowed. "Don't look at me like that," she said, sounding more upset. "You know I don't have a choice." * * *...
She shook her head, looking over her shoulder worriedly. "I don't... I don't want it to be." * * * "You don't mind getting stung a little, do...
She hesitated, coming back over to the window. "Well, ideally, yes. But... I mean, if I'm outside, and you're in the house... and I can't come...
