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     “Why would I not love Dash? He is the most lovable! He is the very kind, caring, sweet and he does the listening to me. He does not believe I am the weird! Well, not much too weird... He is the very good at making me laugh even when I am the sad, and he is also the very intelligent even though he does not believe it. I love him very much, yes yes.”

   “Thank you, miss.” Bringing the tissue to her nose, Pyrrha spoke up. “Um, well ... I would be the appreciative of some of the water, if it is not the much too ask . I do not believe there is much that can be done to assist with my recovery, no no . ”

              “Fear not, I am the most okay! Or so shall I be soon, my leukocytes are now challenging the foreign invaders in my blood cir-- ... may I have a tissue, please?”

“We must find the cookies then, in a large quantity!” She felt bad for not having made him any cookies, but they could always find some fresh ones at the kitchen and even so, maybe she’d have the time to make some for him during the week. When Dash asked if she wanted to dance, Pyrrha’s eyes grew wide. “Dance? Yes! I would like to partake in the dancing, it is the most fun of activities! I am the most sure you are a good dancer, do humans not dance in the land of Metroville? Is it forbidden?! Oh, that reminds me of a movie! The Lost Foot!”