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"what do you want to do " he sat down next to her |
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"sure what you wanna watch " he laid back on his bed grabbing her and the remote turning on the tv |
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"I don't care" She said, snuggling up with him |
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"horror, romance, comedy, what ever you want" |
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"What about something like hunger games?" She offered, kissing his neck |
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"sure but if you keep doing that we wont be watching anything" |
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(Gn. I'm so beat rn. ttyl) Emma softly giggled, curling up with him and kissing him gently before placing her head on his shoulder and intertwining her fingers with his. "I love you" She murmured |
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"i love you too" he held her hand and put on hunger games |
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As the movie played, Ema couldn't stop thinking about how her mother would react when she came home. She was military, after all, and would probably behave like such. |
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Nighttime Thunderstorms with Hail
