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She frowned, standing up. "I'm sorry about all of this."
"I don't believe you."
She reached up, her thumb brushing his jaw. "I'm glad you think so."
Francis sat on a nearby chair, watching them lovingly.
She looked thoughtful. "No. I have everything I need with me."
"Where would you even get them?"
"No I did not."
(Yoop!)
She nodded slowly. "I think so too."
"Addy, that's gross," he said, following her.
She blinked, flushing slightly. "Huh."
They went in, and he looked uncertain of what to do.
"I.. I guess."
"You said entrails! Don't kill anyone!"
"Like what?"
He squinted at her. "Let's get inside."
She seemed uncertain. "Isn't there anywhere else we can go?"
"What?"
"Was I supposed think you'd actually do something?"
"You are not dying. You've done this twice before."
