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She nodded in understanding. "Sounds good.'
"You need to," he said sternly. "It helps." *** "Exactly!"
She cocked her head. "Just the normal stuff. Y'know. What about you?"
He took her hand and inspected it, his eyes furrowed with a concentrated frown. "I think you should at least wrap it up." *** "Do it with the...
(Yep!)
She raised an eyebrow. "Guess so."
He crossed his arms. "Let me see." *** "But it'd be a fun class."
He smiled softly, and quickly drifted off.
"Yeah, but why is it exciting? I mean, it's always exciting with you, but still."
"I want to see the burn." *** "Teach them about dogs," she suggested playfully.
He shut his eyes with a soft sigh. "Goodnight."
She smiled slightly. "What's that supposed to mean?"
He looked at the ground, his head shaking slightly. "Can I see your hand?" *** "That's the point?"
He kissed her cheek. "I love you so much."
"Hm. I don't know whether to be nervous or excited."
"I know," he told her, his voice rough. "I know it is. I'm doing it anyways." *** She crossed her arms. "In your classroom?"
"Shh," he joked. "Don't tell him."
She pursed her lips. "Lots?'
"I want to help." *** "Ehh.. maybe."
He grinned. "You're my favorite as well."
