From the backseat,
on the way home from school:
"I love you, Emmy."
"Oh, I love you too, Sawyer."
"I mean I just can't quit thinking about it."
"About what, Sawyer."
"About how much I love you.
I mean I love you more.
I mean I love you more every time I say 'I love you'".
"Oh, Sawyer...that is poetry! Thank you."
(and it is...)
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