“What will it take for you to surrender?” Joseph asked her skeptically.
“I need something to say.”
“What about, ‘I want you’”
“I can’t say that! That’s too… too hasty.” She answered angrily.
“Why, what will he do, besides admit his own feelings? I would love to hear that.”
“Yes, but you’re so much more different than he is.”
“Love me then.” He joked.
“I said different, not better. Brother, you’re sick”

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“Are you a Seer?” Vienna blurted bluntly, but she was already sure of that answer.