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"It's what she wanted."
It parted like a puff of smoke.
"Aug.."
"Yes, that would work, I suppose. It won't damage it."
"I mean.. That's why it was made."
"Well you have to target to throw it at."
She pulled away. "I'm sorry."
He said nothing more.
"I know. Because we had more. I didn't think it would hurt your feelings.."
"Just stop when you're tired."
"It kind of is."
He folded his arms curiously.
She rubbed his back. "I'm sorry."
He tilted his head.
She squeezed his hand before hugging him.
He watched observantly.
She nodded, offering her hand.
"If you feel well enough."
She reached over, running a hand through his hair. "Why don't we head back and relax?"
"That's why you have to do it over and over again.
