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"Wow. So mean."
She turned to look at him, her silvery eyes observant and thoughtful. "I don't want to leave."
She nodded slowly. "We are."
"Stop it."
She flopped onto the bed, her eyes bright.
She buried her face in his shoulder. "I'm so glad I get to spend the rest of my life with you, Jack. I'm so glad I met you.'
"Poppy."
Her hands were smooth and delicate and they gripped his tightly.
She pursed her lips, propping her head up. "I like your hair. Don't ever shave it."
"Poppy, come on."
She nodded, pulling him to the bedroom.
She shrugged. "I want to spend time with you. Either way."
"How so?"
"Only four..'
"I'm not."
"He didn't?"
She went to hug him. "I'm going to miss you too."
"Total abhorrence."
"Just messing with your hair. It's soft."
She looked up at him. "It'll be over before you know it."
