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April 23rd, 2010
deadliestsin | 02:52 am "Yea.. you know I just don't like you worrying about me.." he said then softly, his expression turning earnest. Reaching out, he petted at her hair, smoothing some of it back with long fingers.
"Alright then." he finally conceded. "You win..."
Just about then, the alarm went off in the kitchen, and he lit up as he said "There's dinner..."
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