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He glanced at her with furrowed brows. "Of course not, my love."
"Yes." *** "I thought you were you?"
He stopped short, unsure whether to approach or flee.
He nodded, his brows furrowed. "Yeah.."
"I wasn't trying to spell Norway.." *** "It's you."
Sam continued on, the song striking his curiosity.
"They.. I only told my mom. She likes you, and sees that I'm really happen with you. "
"N-O W-A-Y." *** "Er.. No."
He frowned, pausing a moment. After a moment, he continued, although hesitantly.
"Hm.. I'm sorry.."
"Poppy.."
"Am not." *** "My boyfriend."
Sam grabbed the leather bag and headed out, his eyes bright as he started for the trail in the woods.
"Can't we just trust each other?"
"Is he actually mad, though?"
"Nuh uh." *** "Arlo."
Sam pulled on his coat, running his hands through his hair as he put a few supplies in his bag.
"You think I don't trust you, but you don't trust me!"
"Huh."
"Yes! I don't lie!" *** "It's you."
