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She took some twine for herself. "I don't care what we choose."
He laughed, turning on the radio. "Let's."
She looked at him. "Why not?"
She kissed his cheek before snapping a strand of twine off and handing it to him. "We could keep our own names?"
He got in on the passengers side, kissing her cheek. "I'm sure."
She paused, a small smile crossing her face. "You don't want me to leave?"
"No, Avice Curnow is your girl. Same title, different meanings. Besides, I don't knowing you'd like taking my last name or not."
He nodded. "Yep. You?"
She turned to leave raising her arms. "Okay."
She looked up at him, holding the twine. "I could always just remain your girl."
He nodded, putting a blanket on the backseat. "You bet!"
She frowned. "Doesn't mean I won't."
She glanced up at him with smirk. "So I would be Mrs. Curnow?"
(Yep!)
"All I did was look at your glasses. I can always leave."
She grinned, opening the drawer. "So we're serious about this twine, huh?"
He kissed the top of her head before closing his eyes as well, quickly falling asleep.
She readjusted her bag, her eyes thoughtful. "More like keep dreaming."
She nodded quickly. "Definitely! Should we get the twine?"
He shut his eyes as well, gently rubbing her back.
