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"Sure. You want some of mine?"
"Maybe, maybe..."
"I'm hypno-thigh-ezed."
She laughed, shaking her head. "Don't worry. Are we close?"
"I'm alright. Don't worry."
Mr. Pemberly's books were on the shelf.
"Oh, wow. What a coincidence. I adore you."
She laughed deeply, turning to face him. "Stop what?"
"I'll do it again. I swear."
"It's cold outside," he told her seriously.
He headed over to the bookshelf. "I think you should look at these."
"You have a crush on me," he teased.
"You're the one killing with that marvelous butt of yours."
She beamed, patting his back cheerfully. "Aw, Warner. You do care."
He took her hand and paused for a minute before slipping off his coat, offering it to her.
He hesitated before going to the edge of the desk and crawling down it.
"I like you."
"I cannot be silenced."
"Oh. I forgot about that."
"Of course. You want to go to the park?"
