Favorite

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"You're my favorite," he said offhand.
"Favorite what?" she wondered out loud.

"Oh well", he stammered. "Well, just that. My favorite pair of eyes to look into. My favorite name that appears on my phone screen. My favorite way to spend an afternoon. Fill in the blank. You're my favorite everything. I left it at favorite for a reason."

"You're my favorite, too", she whispered.

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