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“Your name is Bob,” Frank repeated. That was so awesome.

“Yeah.” Bob looked sort of confused.

“And you’re secretly not mean at all,” Frank added, delighted.

Bob scratched his head. “I guess,” he said. “I don’t want to be mean or anything. People just kind of leave me alone.”

“That’s awesome,” Frank said. “I’m small, and no one leaves me alone ever. So I’m going to stick with you from now on.”

There were a bunch of ways Bob could have reacted to that. He could have yelled at Frank to leave him alone, or laughed at him, or punched him in the face. Frank was sort of prepared for any of those.

Instead, Bob looked mildly embarrassed and shrugged. “Okay,” he said. “I guess.”

Frank fell a little bit in love.