"It all depends...on whether or not I like you." Dykoria looked Lorin in the eye, and gave a small smirk.
"I see." Lorin stood up and started to walk away.
"Well, if you wanna have a good start, you might want to share you rabbit with me, and I promise I will be nice." Dykoria gave a genuine smile and Lorin came back over.
"So, you promise to be nice?" She asked.
"Yes." The ranger replied.
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I hope I could sleep in the cradle of your love, again
Cry for me, somebody, with dry eyes
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