[ I feel like this is a perfect metaphor for both their lives, honestly. He certainly looks just fine as he moves to take her by the hand and yank, which she only has a second to really prepare for, and no time at all to prepare for how exuberant it is. She yelps again as she's hoisted up onto her feet—foot, technically, the shoeless one is probably muddy as anything but she reflexively keeps it aloft all the same. ]
[ Wobbling on one leg, she throws her free arm right around the young man's neck for the sake of balance, since hopping seems to be out of the question, pulling him into an awful, soggy hug. ]
My shoe! My shoe is— [ They are just right up in each other's business aren't they. ] — Hi.
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[ Wobbling on one leg, she throws her free arm right around the young man's neck for the sake of balance, since hopping seems to be out of the question, pulling him into an awful, soggy hug. ]
My shoe! My shoe is— [ They are just right up in each other's business aren't they. ] — Hi.