"If only my thoughts were written down in a book," she muses, tapping a finger against her chin. She lifts her gaze to meet his. "Maybe then, you'd finally understand me."
He scoffs, rolling his eyes. "Doubtful."
She grins. "Still.. Just food for thought."
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