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' oh what am i supposed to do, without you '
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Neymar and I walk into our fifth store.
Dior.
Terrible decision on his end because if it were up to me, then I'd empty my bank account in this store.
I walk over to the long-sleeved mini dress that was white with blue printed Dior all over.
I hold the dress up and look for my size, I pull it off the rack.
"Good afternoon," the sales clerk greets me.
"Hi," I smile.
"Would you like me to hold onto this for you?"
"Yes, thank you," I nod.
I continue to walk through picking things out, Neymar quietly following behind me.
"Bebê," I hear him.
I turn around and see him holding a beautiful Dior purse.
"That's beautiful," I walk toward him.
"It would match your new dress," he tells me.
I stare at it, "Excuse me, do you have any more of these?" Neymar asks the sales clerk helping me.
"Let me check," she types into her device.
"Yes we do, would you like one?"
"Yes please," Neymar answers.
I stare at him, "You didn't have to," I smile.
"It's perfect," he nods as he sets the bag down.
We grab a few more things and I walk up to pay for my things.
"Together or separate?" she asks.
"Se-" "Together," Neymar interrupts me.
I go to push my card into the machine but Neymar swats my hand away.
He sticks his card in, "Ney," I sternly say.
He wraps his arm around my waist and lightly kisses my cheek, "Para o meu amor,"
