[There's a somewhat long pause as she thinks - arms crossed, looking down at the floor. Then suddenly, she looks back up at him.]
I think you like how things are now. And you’re worried I’m gonna decide I like someone else better than I like you, and we’re not gonna be what we are anymore.
Maybe that's not right; I don't know. I ain't your head. But that's what it seems like to me.
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[There's a somewhat long pause as she thinks - arms crossed, looking down at the floor. Then suddenly, she looks back up at him.]
I think you like how things are now. And you’re worried I’m gonna decide I like someone else better than I like you, and we’re not gonna be what we are anymore.
Maybe that's not right; I don't know. I ain't your head. But that's what it seems like to me.