You are so mean, [ Jim laughs, without any heat. He pulls the hat off and sets it on her head before pulling the robe off over his own, like it's a t-shirt. He shakes dark blonde hair out, pushes his fingers through it; he could probably do with getting it cut, soon. ]
You also look like you were born to be out here. [ FYI, pretty lady. ]
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You also look like you were born to be out here. [ FYI, pretty lady. ]