Lucas: I don't hate you. I remember the first time I ever saw you; all skinny arms and tangled mess of hair. It was hard letting you go Peyton. It was hard losing you and it was hard seeing you again. It's still really hard.
Peyton: I know. While I'm asleep I have this dream where we're back in that hotel room in LA and you propose to me; and every single time I say yes.
Lucas: It's just a dream right?
Peyton: It's my dream.
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