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She gave him a quick hug. "I'm sorry. To be honest, you're the most considerate person I know."
"How so?"
She shrugged. "A little extra force? I have no idea. It's not my job."
She pursed her lips. "That was a joke."
"That one doesn't."
She nodded. "Yup. I was just too scared."
"You're inconsiderate!" she teased.
"You're being stubborn right now, and you did the tilt."
She shook her head. "Nope!"
"I haven't had a coconut."
"She didn't want to and then thought about it."
She shrugged, looking up at the ceiling. "Either way. No tattoo."
"I have not!"
"No, I never disproved it."
She tilted her head curiously. "Is something wrong?"
"That and the meat."
"The ways she acts. It's like you."
"And also," she replied nonchalantly, "I've pretty much seen all of you. I would have seen a tattoo."
"But what's inside them."
Framcis grinned. "You two are the exact same person."
