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“You’re missing a song,” Roxanne said, a small frown on her face as she pursued her boyfriend’s iPod.
“Hmm?”
“The Police – you’re missing one of their songs.”
“Oh, you mean Roxanne? I had to delete it – I couldn’t bear having a song about a prostitute that shares your name on my iPod.” Megamind shrugged and turned back to his schematics.
“Megamind?” Roxanne carefully crawled her way across the organised chaos he had spread across the couch between them.
“Hmm?” Megamind murmured, distracted. Roxanne brushed a light kiss on his cheek and he glanced up, green eyes wide.
“I love you.”