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"Yes. I think so."
"Well, you can finish first."
"I don't know."
"She's my friend, just like you are."
"That's your fault."
She grinned, shaking her head. "It's fun to hang out with you."
"Good. Let's go."
"She can watch them."
"You can't kill her. She's my friend."
She chuckled. "Okay."
"You were wrong!"
She took his hand. "Trust me!"
Francis glanced in before going into their own bedroom and sitting on the edge of the bed.
He frowned. "Why?"
"Don't forget it."
"Yes."
"It'll be good!"
Francis came in after, his arms crossed.
He followed, his arms crossed.
She nodded, pulling away. "Your toast."
