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She looked down, her expression uncertain, as if she wasn't sure she had the right. "Oh.. I suppose."
He chuckled. "Oh, I'm sure."
He rolled his eyes. "I'm about to leave."
Avice stood by, not sitting on the blanket.
"Yes on Valentine's Day."
"Stop it."
(Yeet)
"You're ridiculous."
"I do not like it!'
She hesitated, but followed.
"You're welcome."
"It means do not. I do like killing joy."
She nodded, mustering a small smile. "Yep."
He hesitated, letting her go. "Fine."
"No it is not."
Avice crossed her arms nervously, her eyes down as she waited. She felt a bit sick.
He laughed brightly. "I'm a fiend now?!"
"I also said 'don't'."
She visibly faltered, but nodded. "Okay.. I think I'll come with."
He lunged out in an attempt to wrap his arms around her.
