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"Stop it."
"You think."
She blinked. "I'm dying..?"
"Poppy, you better stop."
"Well I can't understand how."
She felt her skin, frowning as it was still hot. She took a sip of the water. "This is killing me. I'm dying."
"Poppy, don't you dare sulk. That is not fair."
"Because I am not like her, perhaps. A genius, I mean."
She looked up at him as if he were a saint. "Oh, Row.. This is perfect.."
"I love you too, but I'm not doing it. I'm sorry."
"Oh jeez."
She smiled, crawling into bed slowly.
He shook his head stubbornly. "Nuh uh."
"It is what I think."
"Okay," she replied, fixing the shirt before slowly head to the bed, using the wall as support.
"Poppy.." He sighed, crossing his arms sternly. "No."
"But she can't understand."
"Give me a second to change," she replied, taking the clothes and drying her hair a bit to put them on.
He frowned. "I don't want to wear it.."
She pursed her lips. "So?"
