Stärke, to TK: Will you love me in a year?
TK: Of course!
Stärke: Will you love me in five years?
TK: Yes.
Stärke: In ten years?
TK: I'll love another girl in ten years.
Stärke: O-Oh..
TK: She'll call you mom.
Stärke: *Literally forgets how to breath*
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TK: I gotta go check on the Au's. I'll be back later.
Stärke: Ok!
TK: *Leaves*
Stärke: *Rushes upstairs and steals one of his hoodies and cuddles in it*
