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"No. That's wrong."
She crossed her arms, her legs folding.
"You don't? I know a place where the shore is pretty much all of it."
"What do you think it is?"
She squinted at him. "Because you can't be seen with me."
"Yeah! Sea glass!"
"But technically.. I don't mind."
"Because I'm gross. I get it."
She looked up at him. "I love you too. Where should we go next?"
"I don't really mind, but it flusters me."
"I realize?"
She frowned. "It was still scary."
He pursed his lips. "Well.."
"Boy, is that unfortunate. I'm bad at kissing, too."
She looked up at him. "Not to me, anymore. It's just.. you drew your knife and I didn't know who you were."
"Talking like that?"
She looked hesitant. "Yeah.."
"Stop that."
"I was mostly afraid."
She raised an eyebrow. "And an awful mom."
