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"Are you really?" he asked, resting his head on her shoulder.
"I said you have a sweet face. How is that mean?"
"Do you think I could convince him?"
"I got that."
"That's ominous."
"Your tongue? It really is."
She looked up, her eyes hopeful. "Really?"
"Yeah, I heard that."
"Why?"
"Nah. You have too sweet a face to have that ugly thing on it."
She fell silent, looking at her paper.
He paused, looking over at her. "I beg your pardon?"
"Your safety has never been guaranteed."
"What secret?"
"But can I get a sister?"
"It's rude. And childish. And it doesn't suit your face."
"With peanut butter?"
She didn't seem to be focusing well, not looking at either of them but instead looking at the ground, her body hunched over and looking very small.
“Because I can’t follow you.”
“You said he was scared?”
