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"I'm alone because I have to stay here, and everyone is afraid to come in." And now I'm afraid to go out.
"Of course I like you," he said, closing his mouth and tucking his chin in to give her a long look over his nose in the bearish equivalent of a scowl. He inched a little closer and bent down to rub his forehead under her chin before putting his head in her lap. It was like being draped in a very heavy warm blanket. "I love you, my beauty." Then, in the same earnest tone, "Will you scratch behind my ears? It itches. I don't hurt any more. Stop fussing."