[One moment, she's watching the piece of paper flutter in the wind and the next, her feet leave the ground as she's lifted into his arms. Her sound of surprise echoes through the little grove, over the flowers and through the leaves, but it softens to quiet laughter soon enough as she lowers her forehead to rest against his.]
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[One moment, she's watching the piece of paper flutter in the wind and the next, her feet leave the ground as she's lifted into his arms. Her sound of surprise echoes through the little grove, over the flowers and through the leaves, but it softens to quiet laughter soon enough as she lowers her forehead to rest against his.]
Must you always do this...?