[Gazing at him for a moment, Tifa couldn't help the soft, touched smile that came over her. Sometimes--and not very often--he knew just the right thing to say.
Biting her lip, she tilted her head and reached out for his arm, still smiling slightly up at him.]
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Biting her lip, she tilted her head and reached out for his arm, still smiling slightly up at him.]
When did you start sounding like me...?