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"No arguing."
They got into a room with a table in the middle, a television screen behind him. Owen gestured for him to sit down.
Rowan squeezed her hand, glancing up at the foliage. "It's beautiful, isn't it?"
Penelope was in the town, purchasing an ear of corn.
"You're right. What a relief."
Poppy took it, her hand shaking.
(Woop yoop?)
(Zoop?)
"That's true..."
Poppy looked stricken. "Yes, please. Right now."
They shimmered with a purple magic, letting off a warm heat.
"We're bickering right now."
Owen stood in front of the door, his arms crossed irritatedly. "Ms. Abernathy and Mr. Craw, we need to see you for questioning."
He followed eagerly.
They were unlike ones he had ever seen before, intricate carvings in deep black stone.
"We're bickering."
There came a knock at the door and Poppy looked up suddenly.
He squeezed her hand. "Yeah. Let's do that."
She was nowhere to be seen.
