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She raised an eyebrow, a smirk on her face. "I'm 86 years old. Do you think death scares me, little man?"
She laughed slightly, but shook her head. "That's cruel."
She murmured before wrapping her arms around his torso.
"Wings are a huge part of balancing."
(zOOP?)
"Because," she began primly, "we've already made arrangements with Utrana." Everything began to move very fast. He would hear two gunshots...
She paused, reaching up to hold his jaw in her hands as she thought. "I like birds," she said after a moment.
After about half an hour, he would feel a pressure on his shoulder where she had fallen asleep, her black hair escaping her ponytail and tickling...
"I'm walking like I'm drunk."
It didn't take long for him to return to sleep.
She sighed, shaking her head. "No, I don't think that'll be happening, Mr. Craw."
"Oh, God."
She fell silent, watching the movie quietly.
He looked down at her for a moment before kissing her forehead.
He fell silent, rubbing her back slowly.
"What sort of help?"
"I didn't know you were so passionate."
"Yeah. You're a really good guy, Gabe."
He followed, teetering embarrassingly.
"I love you, Avice."
