[Silver shakes his head and shamelessly leans back on her bed.]
That's right, I think the plan was to steal your kisses, then your heart, and that's running on a tight timetable. Four years, getting closer to three now. That's the deadline.
[He holds out his hands like he's opening some map and points at different spots in the air accordingly.]
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[Silver shakes his head and shamelessly leans back on her bed.]
That's right, I think the plan was to steal your kisses, then your heart, and that's running on a tight timetable. Four years, getting closer to three now. That's the deadline.
[He holds out his hands like he's opening some map and points at different spots in the air accordingly.]