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"I'll feed the cat, then."
"You'll be okay. That's fir sure."
"Yes.. I think so too."
"I guess so.."
"I'm a rude person, apparently."
"But I want to.."
"You don't know that. You maple it together."
She laughed slightly. "You're making me blush."
"Wow. Must be a close one,' he teased.
"I think you're weird, but we still hang out."
"Like you wood know," she teased. "I'm just pining for your affection!"
She flushed, looking down in embarrassment.
"What about your dad?"
"What about?"
"So they're pretty oak-ay."
She smiled, observing his features as a long of her dusty, brown hair fell from behind her ear. "I'm glad."
"Shh. Not true."
He frowned. 'I don't think so.. Is it for you?"
"Willow trees are nice then.. Literal in appearance and character."
"What about for you?"
