Devon: Am I pretty?
James: No.
Devon: Do you like me?
James: No.
Devon: If I leave you, would you cry?
James: No.
Having heard enough, Devon turned to walk away with tears streaming down her face. James held her arm and turned to her.
James: You’re not pretty because you are beautiful! I don’t like you because I love you! And the moment you leave, I will not just cry, because I will surely die!
Devon: Really? (still crying)
James: Really. Don’t ask me those stupid questions again, okay?
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