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She sat up slightly. Strangely, she didn't lean up against him like she normally did, instead seeming to maintain about a half-foot of distance...
She also looked up at Ferris, squinting. "Do not hurt her or I will hurt you." Ferris squinted. "Why do people keep assuming I'm hurtful?"
She sighed, raising an eyebrow. "Fine."
"I vill miss you too, my dear girl. Please be careful." She paused before replying. "Держи мальчика. Кажется, он хороший."
"My best friend doesn't value me and my Chinese food contributions."
She exhaled, going over to Fleur and hugging her.
"I sit here, alone and without company," she cried, pressing the back of her hand to her forehead. "Without a friend in the world."
Her gaze fell upon the bags and her face fell. "Are you leaving?"
"No, no," she lamented, lying back against the arm of the couch. "I understand. You don't want to be friends."
She emerged, brightening when she saw them. "Hello, darlings!"
"There is an intimacy that comes from sharing cartons of Chinese food with someone," she retorted, sitting on the couch. "But that's fine. We...
Alyona was buried in a rosebush, her top half completely covered by foliage.
"That's incorrect, Abes."
He let go of her gently, grabbing their bags. "Come on. Let's go say goodbye to my heart."
She came out of her room, squinting. "You eat Chinese takeout on plates?"
"Also to confess my love for your grandmother," he admitted, grinning at her.
After she finished ordering, she reclined in the hammock. "It's on its way!"
"Hey, hey," he protested, reaching out, his hands resting on her waist. "I'm just teasing."
She dialed and went back into her room to make the call, sitting on the hammock.
He grinned at her. "I asked your grandmother how to say that."
