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She pursed her lips, raising her hand as small wildflowers grew.
"Why are you sorry?"
"I'm 25."
She nodded. "I will. Love you."
"Are you sure?"
She hesitated. "I don't know how to focus it like that. It's not quite as flexible as your."
"Yeah I did."
"By you telling the truth."
She smiled at him. "Right.. I'll be back before you know."
"Tomato."
She shrugged. "I don't know."
"I said I would."
"We can avoid this."
She gave him a kiss. "Thank you."
"No, I like fruits."
"Mine is invisible."
He sighed, not moving.
"I'll ask the waiter, then."
She smiled brightly, leaning to give him a kiss. "Idressyl m'ialo."
"Meh."
