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Francis took a breath, feeling the adrenaline and the thrill and panic. He paused before kneeling, becoming worried, and calling 911. "Poppy? Poppy?"
She raised her eyebrows. "Not even our anniversary."
"Hush now."
He seemed hesitant. "What do you want to do?"
Francis held a cold gaze, glancing down at Poppy before firing rather suddenly.
"Definitely not. You forget nothing."
"Yup."
He seemed hesitant. "No. I don't want them touching me."
He didn't, holding steady. "Who are you?"
She nodded. "True."
Francis kicked the door open, his gun pointed at the man. "Stop now."
"Oh, yeah," she joked back. "The first day."
She watched carefully, her brows furrowed.
He frowned, drawing his weapon as he approached her office.
She took his hand. "Finally.."
"Mm. Arguable."
"Sariel," he replied. "I'm Sariel."
She sighed, obviously wanting to say something but shaking her head.
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