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"Francis, please," she pleaded, reaching for him. "Don't go. Ed, I need you to leave." "I want him to go, Poppy. He doesn't love you."
"That's good."
"Rude yourself."
"Ed, can you leave the room, please?" she asked. Ed glared. "I don't want you to be alone with him."
"Why are you excited?"
"Ugh."
"Huh. That's weird."
She exhaled in relief, gesturing to the table. "Sit down, okay?"
He laughed embarrassedly. "Oh, hush."
"Cause you're goofy."
He looked over at her, surprised. "Really?"
"If you would stay and listen for a moment, we could talk about this and I could explain everything."
He frowned, looking at her in concern. "Why is your heart beating so fast?"
"I'm going to kill you."
"I feel connections to oranges," he said thoughtfully. "I don't know why."
"I didn't have a choice," she said angrily. "Don't go. Please."
"No, you."
"Naturally."
Jack picked up an orange, looking at it curiously.
"You're hurting your family by leaving," she said fiercely. Her voice cracked slightly when she spoke. "Please don't go."
