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"Mhm."
He moved, pulling himself out of his chair and onto the couch.
He chuckled, going to change. *** "Oh yeah."
She took the knife, before spreading the peanut butter on the toast, struggling a bit.
"I know. I'm lame."
He looked around with a frown before going to the couch.
"I'm gonna be cool." *** "Except the garlic bread."
She pursed her lips. "Hm.. Yes, please."
"Yep. I know."
He moved to get out of the car, frowning slightly.
"Yes! I'm gonna be cool!" *** "Definitely too much."
She waved it off. "I'm sure I'll be fine."
"You're lame."
He nodded. "Okay."
"I can be cool too!" *** She rested her head on his shoulder, kissing the side of his neck. "We have a lot of pizza coming.
She went to retrieve one, returning and stirring the coffee.
She stuck out her tongue. "Lame."
He wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in the side of her neck.
He stood up, going to get dressed. *** "I love you."
She nodded slowly. "Uh.. Where are the spoons?"
