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"Let's run away to Europe together," she said, and she let her chin lose its balance on his shoulder. His fingers lightly stroked her hair and then gently put back in place the black spaghetti strap that had slipped off her shoulder.
"Where to in Europe?" he answered softly, pulling stray strands of hair from her cheek.
"I don't know," she mumbled, and with her eyes closed, she now leaned her forehead against his padded jacket shoulder, her face and voice now directed downward, muddled with hair and half-sleep. "Does it matter?"
A smile glinted over his lips just then, though she couldn't see, and he turned to smell the shampoo she wore that smelled of gummy bears, and kissed her head as if she was awake to feel it.
"No...no. It really doesn't."
"Where to in Europe?" he answered softly, pulling stray strands of hair from her cheek.
"I don't know," she mumbled, and with her eyes closed, she now leaned her forehead against his padded jacket shoulder, her face and voice now directed downward, muddled with hair and half-sleep. "Does it matter?"
A smile glinted over his lips just then, though she couldn't see, and he turned to smell the shampoo she wore that smelled of gummy bears, and kissed her head as if she was awake to feel it.
"No...no. It really doesn't."