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Jared pursed his lips, an arm around her. "No. Tomorrow, though."
She tapped his nose playfully. "No. I wanna talk about you, my dear husband."
She laughed. It sounded terribly concerned and sad. "It isn't, Bri."
"I doubt you will."
"Parce qu'il y a tellement de choses à dire."
Gabe was in the kitchen, grabbing some chips quietly.
She turned to look at him, her hand brushing his ribcage. "Handsome?"
"Well, first of all, strength in numbers. Second of all, you're the one I'm worried about."
"Yeah it is."
"That's too much freedom."
(No idea)
She kissed his cheek. "Cute.'
"I'm just a bit frightened right now. I would feel better with you here."
"True."
"Like what?"
(Yoop!)
"It is a good thing. You're my soulmate, if those exist."
She relaxed slightly. "Okay. Thank you."
"You won't."
"I don't remember all of it."
