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He brushed back her hair, remaining quiet.
"But it's so good!"
"Of course. I'm glad to." *** She picked up a shell. "I love you."
He returned the embrace. "Yeah.. I love you."
"They're just gross! Pineapple is much, much better."
He kissed her hair. "So.. I can talk to those people for you." *** "Take your time."
"I mean.. I guess."
"Ugh. For shame."
He smiled against her lips, his touch warm. "I love you." *** "Too much?"
"Well.. I don't know."
"Did she get that from you? She definitely didn't get that from me."
"Then why don't you?" *** She pursed her lips. "All of it?"
"Who aays I don't like my job?"
"It's not...?"
"I don't really like mangos.."
"Um.. Yes." *** "Hmmm."
"You order people around, too."
She stuck out her tongue. "Gross."
"Why not? I mean, I've given them photographs before.." *** "Hm. Should be more than barely."
"You don't even know what I do on a daily basis," he teased. "Don't worry about me."
