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He chuckled. "I'm sure it was just coincidence."
"Let's just keep it with James."
"That was a ridiculous amount of time ago. Six or seven years? How do you remember?"
At first glance of the main room, she would likely notice that only one cuff attached to the pole.
He sighed. "Yeah.."
"James is good, though. What nickname were you thinking?"
"Last time?"
(Ooh. He managed to cut through the small chain on the handcuffs and escape, but he didn't try to kill her. He's probably waiting by the door for...
"He's the one who has to supervise me."
"No, you."
(The next day?)
He wrapped his arms around her, sighing.
"Ugh."
(Zoop!)
He scooted towards her. "It's not your fault. Nobody could have known, okay?"
"I like James."
"Stop that."
He sighed, leaning back.
He glanced back at her. "How come?"
"James? I like James."
