They would grow up.
They would fight, they would make up, they would laugh, they would cry. They would do it all together. They would do anything and everything they ever wanted, because nothing could hold them back. They would grow old with each other, they would have the most beautiful children. Those children would have children, and those children would have more children. They would tell those children, and those children's children, and those children's children's children, stories. They would entertain. They would be happy. They would love each other.
They would grow up, of course they would. But it wouldn't matter, because they would grow up together.
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I hope you liked this as much as I liked writing it! I'm watching Peter Pan (at 12:49 in the morning, thank you very much), and I couldn't resist my muse. It wouldn't shut up. And I know this is short, it's my first Peter Pan story. But I am planning on doing another that will be longer, more controversial, and more awesome (at least I hope so), as long as people enjoy THIS one, at least. I'm not sure how I did on this one. It's my shortest actual story, lol. And it's not even a story. :D Well, I guess I should wrap this up. 12:51. Well, bye, now!