[A pause-- but she doesn't think he will spook, somehow, at this forwardness-- but Paloma ignores the loveliness of her fine skirt and crawls over next to him. She turns, plunks back down, leaned against the same wall.
She smiles, unsure of this, but unwilling to reject it.]
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She smiles, unsure of this, but unwilling to reject it.]
Hope you don't mind. This feels better.