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expendable but so cute.
Could you please stop reading those fics where I'm either dead or a passing plot device that winds up a mess like a bug on a windshield? It's getting more than morbid now, thanks. Why am I always leaving behind a mourning husband, anyway? Maybe I'll marry a girl! Shut up.
... Oh my God, no. I do not want a cup of frosted cocoa. I'm onto you, wise guy.
... Oh my God, no. I do not want a cup of frosted cocoa. I'm onto you, wise guy.

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None of it measures up to a snow day.
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I'll miss Mom more than anything, but I'll still be able to see Sophie, even if I'm ...
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[ So very determined and certain of it. ]
And — And even if she couldn't, I'd still have the rest of it.
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I don't want to leave you.
[ That's the selling point, and always was. ]
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Stop asking me that, dummy. [ Poking him in the side and exaggeratedly rolling his eyes. ] Yes, I'm a billion percent sure that I want to hang out with you and have snowball fights forever.
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We'll have a lot of fun.
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... Although if my center is making really good sandwiches for the rest of eternity, I won't be disappointed.
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--that sounds like a delicious center. You can join the elves and Bunny and make us all lunch.
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[ Soooo smug, already kind of confident of what he's going to have. ]
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[ CRYPTICCCC. ]
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