Huh, y'know, that's wrong, but I don't hate it? Does that count?
[ Taking his hand, she begins to skate slowly beside him and with him holding onto her, she feels steady on her feet. ]
Clara Beatrice. Why do I like it! [ She exclaims in the same breath she asks, laughing again. This is what she wants to remember too, always. Not the grumpy man who made it feel like he'd disliked her. ]
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Huh, y'know, that's wrong, but I don't hate it? Does that count?
[ Taking his hand, she begins to skate slowly beside him and with him holding onto her, she feels steady on her feet. ]
Clara Beatrice. Why do I like it! [ She exclaims in the same breath she asks, laughing again. This is what she wants to remember too, always. Not the grumpy man who made it feel like he'd disliked her. ]