“He put his arms around her. “Well, in my defense, then, whatever I did seemed to work, didn’t it?”
She sighed. “I suppose.”
“You suppose?”
“What do you want? A medal?”
“For starters. A trophy would be nice, too.”
She smiled. “What do you think you’re holding right now?”
~A Bend in the Road by: Nicholas Sparks
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