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Posted: Fri Mar 08, 2013 9:43 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 08, 2013 9:48 pm
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Unable to stop the grin on her face from appearing, Dove shook her head, rolling her eyes. "So difficult," she teased back.
Sweeping her bangs from her face, she pulled out her phone to check the time, silently startled at how late--or early-- it now was. Tucking it back into her pocket, she stepped toward the boy, tiptoeing to peck his cheek before turning to make her way back home. "Thanks again, Nate," she called over her shoulder, almost too tired to care if he responded. At least her edginess had been worn down a little.
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