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"I know," he said. "I'm just saying."
"Obviously," he said. "I'm you're friend. It doesn't hurt my feelings, though."
"Hi," she said playfully, tilting her head. "Hm.. Mon coeur est entre vos mains."
"I know," he said again. "I'm more in love with you."
"No," she said. "I'm not that soft."
She went over to him idly placing a hand on his back.
He frowned. "I know. I don't know why."
"Whatever," he said, going down another branch.
She opened the crate, peering in. "Only four cases."
"No," he said. "There's not."
She watched his actions quietly, her head tilted in thought as she observed.
"I won't," he said stubbornly, crossing his arms.
"It's not fair. I hate her," he said, obviously referring to Vivienne.
She grinned, her eyes bright. "I'm glad."
"I cannot."
"Six months is so long," he said. "It's hard to believe."
"Good," she said. "I hope your time with me is good."
"I will," he said. "I can't be all three."
"I don't know," she said. "I suppose not. Do you hate it?"
"Maybe," he said. "Not with me, though."
