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      Dmitri chuckles quietly. He finds it amusing, really—the varying southern accents grew on him since he’d traveled down south, encountering all kinds of people. He doesn’t mind it at all, and he found he could listen to Maggie speak for hours on end. But that’s something he’s never going to mention.

      She mentions Glenn, and maybe it wouldn’t have affected him as much if he didn’t catch the way she smiles and looks at her ring. He loves that she’s happy—he loves it more than anything. But, in a bout of selfishness, he wishes he could be the one making her happy. For the time being, he averts his gaze, pensive until she speaks once more.

      “Really?—But you’re really smart. You look like you’d be showing them up. I’m not calling you a nerd or anything.”

;– _{She scoffs at his response, giving an all but brief shake of her head as she begins another tandem, trying to explain how she wasn’t in exactly any smarty-pants classes he might’ve thought she had been in. One thing she didn’t want anyone else to know besides Beth and Hershel was the fact that she’d literally graduated college with her major as dance– or visual arts for that matter.}

_{In her eyes, she pretty much considered her degree very lack-luster. It wasn’t truthfully a big deal, and the only reason she got into the college in the first place was because of her audition and how well she’d actually danced. Otherwise, they would have kicked her out due to her grades.}

_{“Truthfully, I ain’t that smart. I’m about as wise as the stereotypical backwoods hick– and for the last time, I am not telling you what I majored in!”}