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“You want it back?" She shook her head. "Keep it." Keep me. "Will do," he said, walking around the bike. Walking straight up to her without blinking. "Do you still have mine?" "Of course," she said. "In a box. Inside another box." His fingers came up too her face and wiped new tears away as she blinked them free. "And if I wanted it back?" he said so softly she barely heard it. "Not a chance in hell," she whispered. A smile spread slowly across his lips. "That's my girl.” — Sharla Lovelace
You want it back?"
She shook her head. "Keep it." Keep me.
"Will do," he said, walking around the bike. Walking straight up to her without blinking. "Do you still have mine?"
"Of course," she said. "In a box. Inside another box."
His fingers came up too her face and wiped new tears away as she blinked them free.
"And if I wanted it back?" he said so softly she barely heard it.
"Not a chance in hell," she whispered.
A smile spread slowly across his lips. "That's my girl.