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"It would be okay."
"It's you." *** "You're threatening me!"
The sob she had been holding in for so long finally escaped her, and buried her head in her hands.
"I mean, they're not bad, but I personally prefer not to buy them."
"Can't I love both..?" *** "The shake!"
"I know you don't," she said quietly, before going silent.
"That's why I don't get cards."
"Shush." *** "Don't.."
"I'm here for Aubrey, right now. That's it."
He shrugged. "Normally I don't, but I really love you."
"You're being difficult." *** He blocked it. "Quit!"
She frowned, watching the waves lap the shore. "Jack.. I don't know. I don't want to fight anymore. I just.. I give up, okay? I give up."
"Where are we going," he corrected, a small grin on his face, "and you'll have to see."
"No its not! I enjoy spending time with you!" *** He put up his hands to block it, but it managed to hit his shoulder. "Don't play with your...
She looked at him, her eyes softening somewhat. "Are you sure?"
He shrugged. "Anywhere you want. Then I have plans afterwards."
"And I mean it." * * * He squinted, picking up a handful of fries and eating them at once, only to cough after they were gone.
She was quiet, turning back to look at the ocean. Something about her was different from before, but it was hard to say what. Perhaps it was the...
He cocked his head. "Of course.."
"No. Mainly with you." *** He took it. "I have my own, you know."
