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Scar looked down as she said nothing. He let his hands fall to his side. "Or not...that's alright too," he smiled. "No...that was sweet," she said, "but it's not like it's the first time you told me you loved me." She chuckled. He chuckled back, rubbing the back of his neck. "Right...no, that's true. I dunno...I dunno what I was thinking." She grinned. "It's okay. You'll change your mind later!" He frowned. "No, I—" She patted his head. "I'm used to it now. It's alright. But it's sweet." She turned to leave. He grabbed her hand, pulling her into a kiss. She obliged, kissing him back. "You don't understand. I said those words, but I didn't know what they meant. Now I do. I'm saying them because I mean them now," he said quietly. She put her hand on his face. "Of course you do Scar.
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