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"She's thinner.. And hasn't been sleeping well at all. Had a panic attack this morning.
"People die."
Avice squeezed his hand. "It's lovely."
"About 15 minutes."
She nodded brightly. "Let's go."
"Hardly."
Avice looked around brightly, tilting her head as she watched for exciting things.
Francis looked up, panicked. "Come in."
He watched over her carefully, keeping her close.
"I dunno. I don't think so."
"Uh.. My wife just passed out. She hasn't been well. Please send help."
She kissed his cheek. "Yeah."
He went to his phone, dialing for 911.
She tilted her head. "Is that okay?"
He gasped. "Poppy? Poppy!"
"Yeah.. Like a date!"
He blinked, going to her. "Poppy, don't apologize.. Don't cry."
"I dunno. Sandwiches?"
He sighed, sitting down. "No. I don't know."
She yawned. "We can get food on the way back."
