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He put an arm around her, kissing her cheek. "I love you."
She frowned. "I don't get it."
"You wouldn't.." *** "I wanted to."
He smiled slightly. "It wasn't a full on addiction, so.."
"I fix it when I come back. I was going to leave because I thought you didn't want me here."
He chuckled. "Want to finish that cake?"
"Yeah, but now we already have the chocolate milk." *** "Good. I put effort into it."
He pursed his lips. "At least it's not alcohol."
"Do you know what it meant?" she asked quietly. "When you said I broke you're heart?"
He followed before suddenly wrapping his arms around her, kissing her cheek.
He nodded, following along. "So can I drive?" *** "Don't eat it."
He grinned. "Am I?"
She went to him, burying her face in his neck. "I'm sorry for hurting you."
He sat on the edge of the bed. "It's alright. I should have watched my step."
"Well I disagree." *** "Maybe if you are it. Or it managed to choke you."
"I don't know what you mean. I rarely do this."
She nodded. "Yeah. It was bad. You got out of bed and.. and I came back to you on the floor and I had to put you back and I hurt you-" she cut...
He nodded, pulling away the cloth to find it was no longer bleeding. "Thank you."
He took a bag. "That doesn't mean it's not beautiful. *** "Yes."
"Me? A cliché? How?"
