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He shrugged. "I dunno. Eat the food?"
"There's not much to say."
She glanced over longingly, still seeming somewhat uncertain. "It's okay. It wasn't your fault."
"Since I moved out of my parents."
She grinned, coming over. "I'm glad."
He folded his hands.
He stepped in. "I've been here awhile."
She sat on the bed, her shoulders heavy. "Finally."
She sat down, writing stuff down. "As long as I could.'
She looked out. "Row?"
He tilted his head at her. "I'm looking at something."
He went to another door, opening to a wide, empty room. "What do you mean?"
(Yoop!)
She glanced up, tilting her head. "Sure, that sounds nice. Thank you."
"I am looking at what I want, is all."
"I suppose," he replied. "It's new."
She nodded, turning back to her things.
She chuckled. "Darn."
She nodded, heading into the bedroom.
