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"That would be great."
"A lot." He sighed, shaking his head. "It's a mess."
She put an arm around him. "Thank you."
"That's a mean word."
"It's got a hole in it on the sleeve."
"Diana, relax."
She rested her head against him.
She glanced at him. "I love you."
"My jacket."
"Calm down."
She kissed the back of his hand, a small grin.
"She covered her smile, looking away.
"Yeah. Can you?'
"I'm yours too, you know."
She didn't, her smile only widening.
"To your room?"
He followed, his hands in his pockets. "Can you sew?"
She flushed. "You think?"
She looked over at him, her eyes loving.
"Would you rather go to your room?"
