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Kylie glanced over too with a soft smile. |
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"Awfully pretty, not anymore than you, though." He murmured softly, watching as a bird soared past. |
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Kylie giggled with a shiver, "Cmon, its cold, lets get back inside," |
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"C-Cold? I didn't even notice it," He chuckled, brushing the light snow off his shoulders and shivering. |
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She giggled, lightly, taking his hand and walking with him inside. |
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Max followed, the heated house welcoming as he stood, still feeling awkward in the house. |
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Kylie leaned up, pecking his cheek. |
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He chuckled lightly, pecking her cheek as her dad came down and somewhat glared at him for a moment before heading to make breakfast. Max leaned towards her, whispering. "I don't think your dad's the biggest fan of me," |
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"He just hasn't had the chance to meet you," she hummed. |
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"First impressions weren't the best either," He mused |
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Bright Sunshine with a few High Clouds
