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He laughed. "Yes you do."
She frowned. "I'm not going to."
She looked around the corner, going to grab a snowball.
"Because you get all embarrassed," he teased.
She groaned, resting her chin on his shoulder. "I won't. I promise."
She quickly picked up another snowball, and three it at him again, ducking behind a tree.
He laughed. "I know. It's fun."
"Maybe," she said. "If I try."
She jumped, crying out in surprise before whirling around and throwing the snowball blindly.
"You should," he said. "You're special in my life."
She moved behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. "I know."
She sighed angrily, letting down her aim in frustration.
"I trust you easily. Only you."
She shook her head. "You're not going to get in any trouble, because you're going to have to get up."
She moved further and further away, her arm raised as she was prepared to throw.
He rolled his eyes. "No, my love. I trust that you wouldn't do that."
"Aw," she murmured. "That's too bad. I like staying right here."
She looked to left quickly, picking up a snowball.
He kissed her cheek. "Let's do the museum."
She pulled away with a grin, resting her head on his chest. "Should we get up soon?"
