Chapter Thirty-Two: Ali

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"I'm hungry," Harry said this for the fifth time.

"Babe we just ate."

"But I'm going into deprivation... I'll die and then you'll have no one to snog you."

"I've survived 15 years. I think I can survive a few more."

"You sure? What if I snogged you like this," Harry snogged me while I sat there until he got just enough leverage and pulled me down further until he was leaning over me," Then, would you miss it?"

"Maybe. It depends. I guess I would a little. "

"Than can you fix me a sandwhich?"

"Your legs are not broken."

"I don't know if they aren't I'm laying in bed with you. They could've broken secretly."

"Are you really that hungry?"

"Yes," he smiled and his dimples shone through beautiful as day. That lopsided smile. It made me melt.

"Okay. What kind of sandwhich?"

"Peanut butter and black berry jam with a glass of milk?"

"You want me to cut your crust off too?"

"Well... since you mentioned it... would you?"

"Man, you're lucky I lo-"

He seemed dazed but sure," I love you too." he blushed," and I'm lucky that you're my girlfriend."

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