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He frowned. "I think Evan is trying to message you."
"You're telling there are the tiny ones?" she asked excitedly. "The tiny ones are my favorite!"
"I want to spend more time with you," he said. "Work should be my second priority."
He looked at it for a moment, before picking it up and adding his number. "Alright. I don't really like texting that much, though."
"How many?" she asked, tilting her head curiously as she followed.
"I know. I'm sorry." He frowned. "I should probably work on that."
"That's probably the best idea," he said. "Then we can both focus on the clay."
"Yes," she said, pulling away. "I would."
"An hour or two," he said, squeezing her hand. "Is that okay?"
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"Alright." He shaped the clay again. "Thanks."
"No, mine is more of a fact," she said, her vibe softening as she wrapped her arms around his waist. "You are the best thing."
"Okay," he said. "Do you want me to do the research?"
"Jack," she said, taking his head in her hands lightly, "you're definitely the best thing. I know this for a fact."
"Me too," he agreed. "It sounds neat."
"Good," he said, sitting down at the table. "We should do that."
She kissed him lightly. "I'm pretty positive you're the best thing."
He nodded, considering it. "Okay. That sounds fun. Let's do it."
"That works. Will it still bend as good?"
She kissed his cheek, her actions excited and lively. "I can't believe I never noticed," she said. "I liked you a lot, too."
