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"What do you want me to draw?"
Francis went to go, his brows furrowed.
She sighed, looking down slightly. "Thanks."
"True."
The cars came to a screeching halt as they crossed the finish, Gabe stepping out with him arms raised in victory.
"Sure I can."
Francis was quiet, sighing with a frown.
She watched him dotingly, resting her head on her hand.
"Eight legs."
Gabe hadn't messaged Petra all day.
Avice nodded with a raised brow.
"Yes, please."
"Hairy."
"You will."
"You can see."
"I am asking one thing of you."
"Yeah."
She nodded, taking his hand idly. "They're weird."
"Because I like to stick my tongue out."
"I don't know."
