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"I wouldn't say doomed," she said, getting up to kiss his cheek. "It's a good thing."
"A little bit," he replied. "Are you?"
"Says the pessimist."
She turned her head to look up at him. "I'll never get over it."
He kissed her cheek. "That works too."
He grinned. "Exactly!"
"I don't like being away from you."
He grinned, kissing her again. "Rude."
"You know," he said, " saying something will work and it does."
She entered, shutting it behind her and walking over to him, getting on her knees and resting her head against his leg. "Ugh."
He laughed brightly, placing his hand carefully on her waist.
"My way works."
Avice knocked lightly, looking at the floor.
"The only thing I've fallen for is you."
He smiled slightly. "Told you that you could!"
(I dunno. Few hours?)
"It's just a shame I wasn't here to balance you," he teased.
He pursed his lips. "Good thing."
(Zoom!)
He smiled. "Of course I have faith in you."
