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"I suppose so," he replied, leaning back in his chair.
"Hmm," he murmured. "I don't think so."
She raised an eyebrow. "I don't think that was it."
"That's not necessarily bad," he pointed out. "People won't care."
"Yeah," he agreed. "It's a good choice."
"I don't know," she said. "She just wasn't there all the time."
"A popular nerd?" he asked. "Or a nerdy popular person?"
"I love you too," he told her. "More than anything."
She frowned. "I liked my dad," she said. "He was nice. As for my mom, she was a bit weird."
"Fancy soccer player?" He raised an eyebrow. "Is that how you see me?"
"Right," he said. "Lovely."
"There was nothing there that was good for me."
"Maybe a little bit," he said, his expression teasing.
"So there was something there after all, huh?" He grinned. "Awesome."
"I don't remember a lot of it," she admitted. "I left when I was around twelve or thirteen."
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"I know you are, but you're a science nerd. Only nerds enjoy doing science in their free time."
"I still love you," he said. "Even if you don't love me."
"Dailough," she answered, pursing her lips in thought. "I was born there."
"Liking math is considered being a nerd now?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
