[Now that the spin is done, she's intertwining her hands in his again, leaning her head on his shoulder once more. She's comfortable enough that she closes her eyes, her smile gentle.]
...It reminds me of something my dad used to sing to me.
[Not the exact melody or lyrics, of course, but - the slow and melancholy way it goes along. Her hands tighten a little bit on his.]
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...It reminds me of something my dad used to sing to me.
[Not the exact melody or lyrics, of course, but - the slow and melancholy way it goes along. Her hands tighten a little bit on his.]