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He ran his hand through her hair, relaxing.
"Is your brain working?"
"Hm.. I suppose so."
"The cake."
"Yeah, a little."
He tilted his head. "Don't worry.. I just want to be with you right now."
"From the sky.."
"But it isn't morning."
"Ah yes. Right."
"Kind of."
He looked up. "What do you mean? Why would I?"
"No! I remember!"
"It's night time."
She chuckled. "I think the cake should be ready to get picked up."
"No, I was never mad. Just worried."
He sighed. "Okay."
"It did."
"Yep."
"Yeah, I guess."
He stepped in, closing the door behind him.
