[very doubtful - this isn't even his car. he sucks in his lower lip, bites it out with another smile. he thinks about how she's indirectly kissing him, putting her mouth where his just was.]
She's alright. [the little brat. he molded her into that.] She's not like you.
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She's alright. [the little brat. he molded her into that.] She's not like you.