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"Are you upset with me?"
"Wanna bet?"
"Yeah right."
He looked up. "Why?"
"Want to bet?"
"I've already cut myself once."
He took a few breaths. "It's okay."
"What if I sit down?"
She frowned slightly. "I've never been a cook."
She shook his head, running his hands through his hair anxiously. "I shouldn't be complaining."
"I will not."
"Yeah.. That's true."
"Not blaming myself for a little part of this.."
"Never."
She raised an eyebrow. "Do people generally not ask about you? You flushed when I did."
"It's just.. so.. hard."
"Nope."
She looked over at him. "You used to sing?"
"What? Don't do what?'
"Lies."
