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Minnie: Good, because I couldn't imagine you not cheering me on.
Minnie: Next week, I believe.
Minnie: *nods* Yep. If I'm gonna play volleyball, I'm gonna have to stay fit.
Minnie: I'm just gonna have a small salad. *nods, grinning a bit* Simple enough.
Minnie: I know... I think I'll just have something simple... *continues to think, biting her lip*
Minnie: Well, let's see... I'm not all that hungry, but... *thinks for a minute, tilting her head slightly to where her hair falls into her face*
Minnie: *smiles* Yes, and I love that about you.
Minnie: *looks up at him with a mad blush on her cheeks* Since when did you get so cheesy?
Minnie: *looks down at her lap and blushes* That's so cheesy... I love it.
Minnie: There's that smile I've been looking for. *grins at him*
Minnie: *nods, grabbing his hand* Okay...
Minnie: Sorry... I just... I know you have a bad relationship with him...
Minnie: That's good...I hope... *looks down at her lap*
Minnie: *grins at him* So, what did you do this summer? Anything other than mourn?
Minnie: *walks into the restaurant with him and looks around* Nice little place.
Minnie: *walks next to him happily and leans on him as they walk*
Minnie: *laughs* I'll be fine. I'll do a lot of extra credit. Plus, my mother can donate some money. She'll get me out of it.
Minnie: Then let's go eat. You need to get out of here.
Minnie: Daryl, you should really go home; no matter what you say, you're hurting to bad to be here. And I'm coming with you so I can make you feel...
Minnie: I want to help you get over this. Plus, I don't think you're ready to be back here. And I'm your girlfriend. I think I should help you,...