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"I'll try it out," she said. "Thanks for the tip."
She brightened. "I could do that!"
He rested his head on her shoulder. "I love you."
He frowned and watched her go, his arms crossed. *** "Does it?" she asked. "I didn't know that."
"Blue maybe," she said idly. "Red."
He sighed. "Okay. If you say so."
He stepped back, giving a small wave. *** "That's great! I can't remember when I first started liking the color."
"They last awhile," she said. "I might get some paint or something later."
He grinned. "Really? I'll definitely have some once we get home."
He sighed. "I'll see you." *** "Really?" she asked excitedly. "Me too!"
She shook her head. "Not that I can think of right now."
He kissed her softly. "Okay. Thank you."
"No need to apologize," he said soothingly, his tone sympathetic. "Feel better, okay?" *** "Hey Michael," she said, jotting things down. "I'm...
She squeezed his hand. "I will."
He took her hand. "I missed a bunch too. Want me to drive?'
He looked down. "I'll see you then. Stay safe." *** "Of course," she said kindly.
She kissed his cheek. "I don't like it either. I'm sorry."
He rolled his eyes. "Oh, I'm sure."
He got off, handing her the jacket. "Don't catch a cold, okay?" *** She nodded. "you can call me Callie. Can you get the next kid?'
She sighed. "I was just saying."
