[ His hand remains in hers as he starts up the beach, pretending to drag her along but just enjoying the simple touch for what it is. New to him, anyway. ]
I wish you had, that thing is ninety-percent sugar. We'll be bouncing off the walls with our rotten teeth by evening ...
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[Up she goes, tired but bolstered enough by the change in mood to laugh.]
Yeah, that sounds perfect. Oh! We could eat the cake you got me! I almost stepped on it, you know.
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[ His hand remains in hers as he starts up the beach, pretending to drag her along but just enjoying the simple touch for what it is. New to him, anyway. ]
I wish you had, that thing is ninety-percent sugar. We'll be bouncing off the walls with our rotten teeth by evening ...
[ All the way home, the tone is set. ]