[It's the whine that stops her dead in her tracks just a few steps off, chin tilted back over her shoulder for the sake of catching his limp, faltering fingers pawing sadly at the air.
Aw. Look at that.]
Not gonna work, Handsome. You got a headache, remember?
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Aw. Look at that.]
Not gonna work, Handsome. You got a headache, remember?