She grabbed his bicycle and locked it without saying a word. Then she stood on the steps and turned his bicycle key triumphantly, "Hearing is believing, seeing is believing. Do you think what you see is true? Do you think what you think is what you think?" He rolled his eyes in anger at her, "Wrong!" Before he could speak, she gave the answer.
He rolled up his sleeves and said, "Then what do you mean by the truth?"
She looked arrogant and stared at him with wide open eyes, "Why should I tell you?"
He continued to roll up his sleeves, "I'm telling you, don't make me anxious. If I get anxious, I, I, I... I'll even hit myself!"
"Uh... I suddenly really want to see you hit yourself in a hurry." She smiled particularly sweetly at him for the first time.
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