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"There wasn't even a punchline." *** "That's good."
"Really?"
"But I'm problematic. I just make things hard for you and you keep on loving me."
"I hate you." *** "Everyone can be sad.'
"Tell me."
"But I need it," she said shakily. "I'm nothing without it."
"..Right." *** "But if you were?"
"Poppy, do you take me for an idiot?"
She went to him, burying her face in his chest. "I'm sorry I'm the way I am. You.. You deserve so much better."
"Val.." *** "And you would tell me?"
"But why nervous?"
"Just.. anything."
He frowns. "Oh jeez." *** "I would."
"Poppy, please tell me."
"I sat there.. for hours. Nothing. Not a thing."
"Fine." *** "I'm not sad."
"But why, Poppy?"
She sat on the ground, her brows knit. "I haven't painted in nine months. Not a thing. When I try.." She took a breath. "I can't paint anything....
"I.. I don't know." *** "I know.. I love you too."
"Poppy, please.."
