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"It was for a thing, but then I realized the stuff inside burns."
She frowned. "I don't know.. maybe?"
He nodded. "Okay. I trust you."
"There are some things not meant to be questioned, Arlo."
She smiled. "I love doing that, too."
"Uggghhh. Again?!"
She paused and then reached into her back, pulling out a few thin glow sticks and giving him them.
She laughed. "That and you held my hand."
He laughed. "I'm okay with that. Where do you have in mind?"
She raised a finger. "Drop a glow stick!"
"Thank you," she said. "I'm glad I had you to help."
"No," he said. "Let's go to your choice."
She shrugged. "Haven't really checked."
She grinned, leaning on him. "You think?"
"Do you have a spot in mind?"
"I don't think anyone would be alive in this well," she joked. "They wouldn't live that long."
She went back to the bed, her steps getting a bit slower until she reached it and sat down, taking a breath.
He did as well, grinning at her. "I won't."
Hey-o! If you want some art done, I can do that.
She squinted at him. "What am I supposed to shout?" she asked. "Since you know so much."
