BTW guys!!!! I don' think I'll be drawing pictures for the book anymore unless I REALLY want to!!!!
"Breeze," Dexter called. "Breeze, I need to talk to you."
She spotted him and went over. "Yes, Dexy?"
"Er, this has been bothering me all day. I just want to tell you..."
"That you love me?" She guessed.
"Yeah, how'd you-"
"Because, silly, anytime anyone says, 'I need to tell you something', it means they love them."
"Okay, that turned out well!" He purred.
"Well," Breeze meowed. "I love you too."
Bryce had been gone a while, exercising his hurt leg. He hated being limp on his side, but he guessed it...
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