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She sat by the door, hugging her legs and staying quiet.
"You're not a recluse! I've never seen you inside your house."
"Hmph. Fine."
"Yes. It is for me."
She quickly cut into it. "No more."
She glanced out before closing it. "I'm leaving in the morning, then."
"Wrong, wrong, wrong."
"But you're in pajamas."
"You're the one who hugged me."
"Stooooop."
"Why not? I was fine coming in," she replied, opening it.
"Nuh uh! I don't believe that for a second."
He followed. "Should I pretend not to know you?"
"You are to me."
She had the cutting knife, joining them as well.
"I don't know," she said quietly, shifting to stand straight and wincing slightly, but tried to hide it as she reached for the door. "Something...
"Are you sure? How do you know?"
He sighed, standing up.
"..But you're comfortable!"
She nodded, getting a knife to cut it.
