"If y'want me t'take you home with me next time, all y'hafta do is say so. I'll getcha fixed up."
She smiles softly, combing through his hair with slow, tender strokes. She remembers the day she first got him in a cowboy hat. It most certainly wasn't 'him' at the time. She doesn't think all that much has changed.
What's going on here?
She kisses his cheek, tugging playfully at his flannel collar.
"Y'should'a let me give you a shave earlier. Y'feel like a porcupine. C'mon, we'll get y'settled back in bed, an' I'll sit with you a spell."
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"If y'want me t'take you home with me next time, all y'hafta do is say so. I'll getcha fixed up."
She smiles softly, combing through his hair with slow, tender strokes. She remembers the day she first got him in a cowboy hat. It most certainly wasn't 'him' at the time. She doesn't think all that much has changed.
What's going on here?
She kisses his cheek, tugging playfully at his flannel collar.
"Y'should'a let me give you a shave earlier. Y'feel like a porcupine. C'mon, we'll get y'settled back in bed, an' I'll sit with you a spell."