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That big cotton candy, melted on the tip of the tongue a little bit sweet, but in the heart a little bitter.

She was in the passenger seat, and he was leaning over her, feeding her.

Slight Chill looked at him and said, "No hug."

"Yes." He agreed, but didn't seem very satisfied.

"Is it sweet?" he asked, nonchalant, unrecognizable, maintaining this posture, half leaning, completely harmless