[ she's not complaining. she loves popcorn. and butter. and the taste of raleigh in her mouth, whoa, where is the table ] Babe [ the hitch in her breath because argh his clever mouth ] Rals, let me just [ okay, bottle to counter, her hands are now free to curl into his hair and she slumps back a little against the fridge. ] Sometimes, I hate you [ no, not really. never. never ever. ]
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