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"I am intimidated by the fear of being average." She said one day. He laughed. "You? You may be many things, but fucking average is not one of them."

"Yeah, but I can’t always be remarkable." She insisted. "What if you wake up one day and decide you are bored?"

He took her hands and pressed them to his lips. "Baby, the only thing I will be deciding when I wake up is whether I should kiss you or let you sleep a little longer. “And,” he added with a grin, "you know I will never be able to resist you."