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He frowned slightly. "Why would I be?"
"What?" *** "I don't want to stop."
She sighed, takingg his hand.
"You're wrong! I'm going to be right."
He pursed his lips, leaning his hand with a sigh.
"All the cereal!" *** She went quiet, squinting at him.
"Mm," she murmured in agreement. "Okay."
"False accusations! That itself proved that you were wrong that time. Ultimately, you're wrong and a liar."
He nodded. "What are we at now?"
"Not at all." *** "No."
"That sounds good," she said decisively.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
He sighed, watching her carefully with loving eyes.
"No it's not."
She nodded. "Tomorrow."
"Rarely. That means there's a slim chance that I'm right."
He sighed. "Fine."
"I like cereal." *** "Still perfect."
She seemed satisfied, her head on his shoulder again.
"Because I feel like you're wrong."
