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"You're being very rude right now."
"I guess."
"So you can't look at me?'
She squinted at him before James spoke again. "Ooh. Rebellious."
"No I don't."
"Sure."
"But that shouldn't stop anything!"
"Lots of memories," he replied. "Avice grew up here, after all."
"I don't have that."
"I don't know."
"It's our relationship. We had that before."
She took his, leading him inside. It looked relatively clean, but there were books and maps set neatly to the side. "This is our abode," he said...
"You're really dragging this one out, huh?"
"Yes..?"
"But you could look at me before!"
She nodded slightly, gesturing slightly.
Aspen shrugged slightly. "Mhm."
"You're already my friend."
"But you can still look at me, I'd hope."
Avice pursed her lips before her father spoke again, beckoning them inside. "Ah, well. Come in, come in. Charlotte is in the kitchen."
