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You Can't Eat [literature], That's The Problem," He Said. "i've Tried, It's Very Dry, And Not At All Nutritious.

I Raised My Hands, Trying To Shush Her. "don't Shush Me," She Said, Eyes Blazing. "i Hate Being Shushed.

If You Were Closer, I'd Slap You," She Said. "let Me Help," I Replied, And Stepped Closer. She Promptly Slapped Me, Which Surprised Me Only A Little. We Glared At Each Other In The Near Dark, And Then She Looked Away. "i'm Sorry I Slapped You," She Said. "that's All Right. I Quite Enjoyed It.

If My Heart Were A Compass, You'd Be North.

I Know You Pretty Well." "better Than Anyone I Think." I Smiled. Her Compliment Was Like A Gift Itself, Only More Precious Than Anything That Could Be Bought.