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I had a couple of interesting conversations.

My mom walked into my room when I wasn't quite dressed. That sparked an argument.
Me: ...!
Her: You have more scars.
Me: Can we talk about this later? Please? I'm. Not. Dressed.
Her: *taking her time* You have a lot of scars.
Me: You wouldn't know that if you knocked.
Her: We need to talk about this.
I should have been more respectful but I was pretty frazzled. On the same note, I think I'm the only person who'd wear a sweatshirt in July. I hope that she forgot that she wants to talk about this.

And with my sister. She was tearing into Joey again and I started yelling at her to back off. I stepped between them.

She said she'd beat the hell out of me if I didn't back off.

I didn't back off.

She didn't touch me.

I'm happy.

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She giggled. "Perfect."

Merry grins at her.

And she grinned back. What a lovely day!

"Suddenly, I have an urge to dance. Would you care to join me?" He grins up at her.

She nodded happily. "I'd be honored to."

He bows and offers her his hand.

She laughed and took his hand.

He puts his hand on her back and smiles charmingly up at her.

She rested her hands lightly on his shoulders.

Humming a spritely tune, Merry whirls Victor in circles.

She laughed as they spun. It was the most fun she'd had dancing in a while.

He grins at the sound.

She smiled and blushed lightly.

He reaches up to brush her red cheek with a gentle smile.

Her smile widened slightly.

"You are fair beyond words."

"You're kinder to me than I deserve, I think."

"Nay, my lady. Everyone deserves a touch of kindness."

She laughed. "True enough."

"Isn't it?"

"Yes."

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