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“No! No…” Anna put her hand on her mother’s arm. She was so young. It was strangely touching. ”Dad loves you. And you love him. It’s a simple thing…don’t let it become complicated.” She smiled. ”I don’t think a lot of people even have love like that anymore.”
[Yeah, mind you, Anna, your mother is about your age and is only capable of an amount of feelings as you do yourself >:D I’m thinking of Poca as 18-20, Smith 24-26, 28 at the most, better than Smith being twice her age ;)]
“I’m sure there are people other there, though he makes it feel like…like we’re written in the stars. And you?” she said softly. “Do you have someone, someone in mind, Anna?”
//Noted! :)//
Anna laughed a little and looked away. ”No. I mean…not like that. We understand one another…but we’re not in love or anything.”
“And who, pray, is this person you talk of understanding you?”
[Thisgonnabegooood]