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"For the last time, no, you CANNOT call me Hemmo." The blonde boy grumbled.

"Aw.. But please?" Dahlia pouted.

"No."

She sighed exasperatedly. "Oh well - tough luck, Hemmo." She smirked triumphantly, hands braced upon her hips as she stood before him.

He rolled his eyes, a small smile playing with the corners of his mouth. Yet, despite his previous protest, he made no attempt to stop her.

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