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It's a lie. A kiss with opened eyes.
"What are you doing?" The concentrated look on his face broke as the sound of her voice brought him back to reality.
"Huh?"
"You're supposed to be pushing me!" Oh. Right. will all the force he could muster, he gave her one final push. As she reached the highest point the swing would take her, he noticed how her dress billowed as the momentum of the swing pulled her back. "Come on, let's take you home." She pouted but she would get over it, as she ususally did. She clung to his arm as they walked towards her house in the distance, slowly to conserve the time they had together. Tomorrow would be some other adventure she'd be sure to suggest, she didn't enjoy the idle time together as much as he. But her whimsical attitude was what he loved most about her. He had contemplated settling down with her, but he couldn't imagine her staying to one thing for too long, which often left him doubt.
"But she hasn't left yet," he'd reassure himself.
"Will you carry me?" She rubbed her eyes; he didn't understand how swinging could make her so tired, but she seemed ready to sleep on the ground if she had to. He lifted her ease, and continued foward.
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"After we're finished here, can we go swing again?" The sun was reflected onto the smooth surface of the lake. A thin line traveled from the water to the fishing pole that the girl held in her hands. It hadn't moved once, and had been this way since they'd been there, which was close to an hour. "You were the one that wanted to go fishing," he pointed out, as he watched his line attentively. "I know but...I didn't think it would be so...boring." She sighed, kicking a small rock into the lake. He glanced at her, smiling, before pulling his line out. "Fine, we probably wouldn't have caught anything anyways." Her expression lit up as she did the same, handing him her fishing pole to carry. She hurried ahead, always in a rush to get somewhere but ready to leave after just a few minutes.
"Maybe this time I can sit down and watch.." he thought, as he leaned against the tree. Meanwhile, she sat on the swing, and after a minute of not moving, she looked at him. She squirmed in place in an attempt to convey the message, "Push me!" He shook his head, while smiling at her antics. "If I do this for you, will you push
me on the swing?" he asked jokingly. She frowned and shook her head furiously. "You probably wouldn't go very high, I'm not very strong.." she stated. He shrugged, but for once he wished he could be in her place, to be so carefree. To be able to swing..
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