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"That's a great sandman, Ginger."
"Thank you." She smiled at the young sailor.
"What're you going to call him? Or her?"
"I think I'll call him after someone I know. Someone kind and sweet, someone who always has a smile on his face, someone who's always willing to sacrifice everything for his friends."
"Olaf?" When she frowned in confusion, he explained. "He was a kid I grew up with. He liked building snowmen, and warm hugs, and helping people, and…" He trailed off when she shook her head. "That's not who you're thinking of?"
"No, sweetheart, I'm thinking of you."
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