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"Don't be sad, okay?"
"They're very intuitive, though."
"I'll pace myself."
She took it, biting her bottom lip worriedly.
She grins, kicking her legs.
He relaxed slightly, kissing her nose. "I love you."
"They don't know you think that."
"Isn't that against the rules?"
She nodded before standing up, looking down at him. "Okay. Let's go."
"And the stamp?"
"Please don't worry."
Petra reached down, petting the rabbits. "They like you..."
"Right now?"
"So... maybe we can just go to Owen and ask to review our contract?"
"And the wax?"
He seemed stricken, holding her face in his hands. "You don't need to compare to anyone."
She curled up next to him, resting her head on his shoulder. "Of course."
"Can I open the next one?"
Her brows narrowed but she nodded. "You're right. I'm just paranoid."
She began to try to fold up the paper again. "Do we have a envelope?"
