[There's a long pause as she stares down at the blank piece of paper that she holds between them, the corners crinkling again under that nervous fidgeting that she's doing, rolling the edges between her fingers.]
I... it's silly...
[And now she suddenly feels self-conscious about it. Embarrassed. Unsure. She keeps her eyes cast down, unable to look at him to see the look on his face as she admits.]
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I... it's silly...
[And now she suddenly feels self-conscious about it. Embarrassed. Unsure. She keeps her eyes cast down, unable to look at him to see the look on his face as she admits.]
I... want to write a wish for... us...