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We walk hand in hand, carrying those childish sweets he loves.

I am taller by almost a foot, but he still walks like he is the lord of this world we try to survive.

"You don't survive life," he tells me with a pout. "You conquer it."

I smile.

"I am guessing, I will conquer it for you, in your name?" I say.

He smirks and kisses me. "Precisely."