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4. Forehead Kiss

        “—-You’re so conceited.” She knows he
        didn’t mean it the way he said it, but it has 
        her irritated all the same, and yet, she 
        manages to laugh. “Yes, Mako. You broke 
        my heart, but I’m not made of g l a s s—- I'm 
        not going to fall apart.” She presses her lips
        to his forehead, firm but brief.

                        “Stop worrying about me. I’m fine." 
                        It’s almost enough to make herself 
                        believe its true.