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"Want to grab me some flour?"
He sighed, sitting up and getting out of bed.
"I mean, I suppose."
She followed the girl almost in a daze. "...why the *squee!* didn't he pick her up? She's nine. This is a bad part of town. Why didn't he pick her up?"
She nodded slowly, still looking sad. "Do you want to watch a movie?"
"You should be."
"Not that way, either."
"I love your house, Avice. When will you understand that?"
She was quiet, her lips parted with shock. "Why..." Her throat was dry and she shook her head. "Why is she walking alone? Dad knows she's not...
Her face fell and she stretched out in the bed, turning to lie on her side. "It's... I mean, it's not home. I miss you."
"It's about time."
He raised one eyebrow. "You won't tempt me that way."
"That I was a rich kid?"
She headed down the streets quickly, crossing onto some back roads. It wasn't as fancy here, with the streets more littered and dirty. She turned...
She shrugged slightly, taking off her glasses and pinching the bridge of her nose. "Reading, mostly. Are you home?"
"It'll be fun, right?"
"You can't make me."
He looked embarrassed. "Yes, well... yes."
She paused before giving him a grin. "You look sweet," she said encouragingly, heading down the alleyway.
She laughed, watching him hungrily. "No, baby, it's... it's alright. Don't worry. What are you doing? Am I interrupting something?"
