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"Gally, what did you do this time?" you asked looking at him as he walked through the doors into the bed. "I got a splinter!" he said dramatically. You rolled Your eyes "Gally a splinter isn't that bad, you can just take it right out." you said pulling the splinter from his pointer finger. "But it hurt!" he said. "Kiss it." he said pointing the finger toward you. You smiled and kissed his finger. "You should really wash your hands, they taste like wood." you said wiping your mouth. "Why do you keep coming here with stupid reasons too? Like yesterday you came in here saying you stubbed your toe." you said looking at him. "Well I really did, and I just miss hanging out with you." he said pouting. You giggled and hugged him, "We'll ask Alby if we can take off tomorrow, how does that sound?" you asked. He smiled and kissed your lips. You kissed back, Jeff walked in and sighed soon screaming "Clint, they're doing it again!". You giggled and so did he.
(Sorry the last two were short..)
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