"Why should ah, when ah'm happy wit' what ah got?" She blushed a little, feeling Nick's hands on her hips. She was still a typical street kid, if you got your hands on anything you deemed good, you cherished it, you loved it, and you took care of it for as long as you could. Even if it was junk, it was cherished. but Nick was not junk, sure, he'd never be around all the time... but she could not help but feel like he always sold himself short. Of course she would never tell him that to his face.
"What's on yah mind?"
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