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(A line dance song, eh? I swear I suck at line dance stuff. I only know one- Cotton Eye Joe -le sob-) - Ryker nodded slowly. "Ooookay then. I'm coming with you because I don't know why and I pray you don't starve." He answered with a slight snort. |
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I LOVE COTTON EYE JOE! But I also know some of the pop ones too) - "yeah we don't want me starving" she giggled and caught herself when she started to fall out of the bed. "Ahhh this'll be two days in a row! No!" She pulled herself up and laid her head on Rykers stomach. "Haha you can't get me from down here!" |
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(I personally hate all pop music so :D I dunno any song lol. I'm a fan of almost all country and rock. AC/DC, Metallica, Toby Keith, and Rodney Adkins for the win!) - Ryker jerked forward slightly to hopefully stop her from tumbling out of the bed again, but she was fine. He flopped back down. "I can't get away period. Moving isn't my Strongsuit." He snorted. |
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Lol we are almost completely different then!) (not me listening to my pop Spotify playlist lol) - Abby looked up at him. "It's not mine either! I just talk enough of make that my super power. " she shook her head. "That made no sense. Oh well. I'm not awake yet" |
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(Not me listening to a country song that was turned into an awesome rock song xD) - Ryker's eyebrows shot up, almost off his head. "Hahaha, very funny. You move like the Flash. Like sonic the hedgehog. Like a fighter jet, literally like Mach 9. " He snorted. "And you never make any sense." He joked with a chuckle. |
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Lolll) - "Wow thanks for the vision. You now have to call me Sonic" she rolled her eyes and pulled herself up. "Ok. It's go time. She pulled open the curtains and turned to look at herself in the mirror. Her expression changed within a millisecond from happy and awake to sad and quiet. She was feeling extremely subconscious about her body lately and didn't know why. |
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(Reference- God's Country by Blake Shelton > God's Country by State of Mine. Try it) - Ryker laughed a little, the sound reverberating off the walls. He pushed himself out of bed in time to notice her face just crumple. Like someone's body squished by the 9/11 plane crash. He walked over silently to stand behind her. "What's wrong? And don't bother not answering or lying." |
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Maybe I will) - "if I didn't answer what would you do?" She asked as she looked at Ryker through the mirror. "You know how your hands fit around my waist perfectly? Well what if that's bad?" She asked as she glanced at her waistline |
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Ryker didn't answer her question, instead gazing at her. "That is literally the reason I refused at first, but since we're already on this path here goes nothing. Do you remember in the slightest how many times I've said you're perfect? Especially to me. Why would it matter what some random person thinks if your husband sees you as the world? Would you he worrying every second about how you look and never listening to the person who cares about you telling you you're beautiful? Because you are. Perfect and beautiful in every way, inside and out. Just the way you are, no changes." He said quietly, putting his arms around her shoulders. "I love you, not a filtered version of you." |
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Tears started pricking at Abby's eyes. "If I didn't have you I would probably the most depressed person in the world. I would be missing out on so much if I didn't have you. " she leaned back against his chest. "I would literally be so messed up if I didn't wake up to hear words like those every day." She smiled in her reflection. After a second, she reached up and grabbed his hands, putting them on her waist. "I guess being small isn't too bad..?" |
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