It's vaguely reminiscent of a month ago. Except this time, she's tugging her heels off with a childish glee. This time, she's sliding out her comb to feel the wind in her hair, not just to have something to do with her fingers.
"I expect I'll feel terribly guilty about this soon," she starts, gently leaning to rest her head on his shoulder. "Until then, keep going straight."
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"I expect I'll feel terribly guilty about this soon," she starts, gently leaning to rest her head on his shoulder. "Until then, keep going straight."