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Rose contently picked cherries as she sang with the birds that chirped around her. Her basket was almost full, meaning she wouldn't have any room for more cherries. That didn't mean she still couldn't pick them. She could eat these cherries for hours on end.
She had eyed one particular pleasant looking cherry, but it was up higher than her arms would allow her to reach. She stood on her tiptoes and hugged the tree so that she wouldn't fall over. Rose stretched her arm and her fingers as far as they would go, but it was no use.
Just as she was about to give up on picking the cherry, someone else had picked it for her. She turned around to see who her cherry picking savior had been. She had smiled when she'd seen that it had been Ichabod. "You came to see me" She said happily.
Ichabod grinned. "Why wouldn't I have come to see you? I promised you I would" He took Rose's hand and placed the cherry in her palm.
Rose glanced at the cherry, and smiled at it. Then, she looked up at Ichabod. "Thank you"
Ichabod stared back at her, his gaze never leaving her eyes. "Anything for you" He whispered. He still had Rose's hand in his own. She could feel his fingertips ghosting against her wrists. Much to her disappointment, Ichabod eventually let go of her hand.
Rose cleared her throat. "Well then, follow me" She made her way forward, and Ichabod followed closely behind her.
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Charlie found himself near a little brook. He sat on a hollow log that was near the edge of the water. He set down his slingshot beside him, and pulled an apple out of his pocket. All this exploring he had been doing made him hungry.
As he ate, he couldn't help but wonder what Rose was up to. Was she with Ichabod right now? Do they love each other yet? Have they kissed?
Charlie was young. As a boy of only twelve, he didn't know much about love. All he thought about was sailing the seas some day. Exploring new worlds, like his father did. He hoped that his sister would go with him. He couldn't bear the idea of being separated from her. Maybe Ichabod would go too? You know, if he and Rose marry someday. How do you know when you want to marry someone? Charlie thought to himself.
