“Why did you stop?” Arianne asked. “Keep going.”
“You push. Or, sit on the swing with Smore,” Mark replied mischievously.
Arianne had a fall from a swing when she was younger and was traumatized as a result. “No, no, no, you swing with him. I’ll push. Your legs are long enough, it should be quite easy for you to swing. You don’t need help, why are you asking me to push?”
He raised an eyebrow and replied, “So that you can participate as well, instead of standing there in a daze...”
There was something off with his words...
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