[He pointed wiggled his toes in his socks to emphasize them, smirking even as she hauled on him to draw him up the bed. He actually shoved back, keeping his feet well away from her reach.]
You're a liar. You have to like someone. And leave my socks alone! I'll get cold and that would be a sad thing.
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You're a liar. You have to like someone. And leave my socks alone! I'll get cold and that would be a sad thing.