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Violet settled into her seat, buckling up like the law abiding citizen she was. She sighed contentedly. Kissing Dedric felt right. She enjoyed the warm fuzzy feelings that spread throughout her tummy. She smiled, and turned on the radio. Classical music filtered quietly from the speakers, and she raised her eyes, impressed. "Oh, so our pretty boy enjoys some classical music?" She smirked, teasing. She would never admit it, but the music had always been calming. She enjoyed the older stuff more than the newer, god awful music that today's society came up with. She settled back into her seat comfortable, lacing her fingers through Dedric's. She hummed along with the music softly, staring out the window with a smile playing at her lips.
She kept peeking glances at Dedric, and would grin and look back out the window at the moving scenery. She imagined a life with Dedric. Marrying, growing older, having children. Dying together. She frowned. She didn't want to die, death seemed like it came too soon. She wanted to live forever with Dedric. But that couldn't happen. That was just wishful thinking.
She kept peeking glances at Dedric, and would grin and look back out the window at the moving scenery. She imagined a life with Dedric. Marrying, growing older, having children. Dying together. She frowned. She didn't want to die, death seemed like it came too soon. She wanted to live forever with Dedric. But that couldn't happen. That was just wishful thinking.
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