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She kissed his cheek. "That's too bad." Charlotte shuffled in the kitchen. "I'll be quick!"
"S-Stop!" he called weakly, still laughing wildly. "Enough!"
He rolled his eyes. "Don't worry. I noticed."
She gave a nod. "Definitely."
He gasped, but starred laughing uncontrollably, trying to get her off.
He squinted at her. "I can tell."
Charlotte smiled, making her way to the kitchen. "She's always been stubborn. I'm afraid I can't help you there. You can call me Charlotte, by...
He set the mugs down quickly, backing up. "Quit!"
"Great," he said. "Sounds good."
She shook her head. "Nope."
He frowned, shaking his head fiercely. "I'll drop them!"
"Honestly, I'd rather be alive. I like living."
"Okay, fine." She grinned jokingly. "You get the bed."
He shook his head. "I'll get you back! Don't you dare!"
He nodded in a agreement. "We'd be famous!"
"I would say you, but I feel like you're just going to give it to me."
He shook his head. "Never!"
"Huh." He grinned. "Sounds tough."
"Same room," she decided. " Not the same bed."
He gasped, but held them out of reach. "No!"
