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“Goodnight...”
“It doesn’t feel very original.”
She texted him several hours later. “Everything okay?”
He seemed confused. “What does that mean?”
“Good.”
She said nothing for a moment before sliding over, resting her head on his chest. “I know, Craw. Me too.”
“So, should I tackle you now?”
Petra sat alone in her apartment, wincing as she applied some anti-septic
“How long do you want?”
“Are you pregnant?”
She was quiet for a moment before turning to look at him. “What do you mean?”
“I never claimed to be original.”
(Zoop?)
"For now."
"Do you want one?"
Poppy was sitting at the window, but she turned and joined him when he got in.
"I could tackle you?"
She seemed surprised, but nodded. "O...okay. Thank you, Gabe. Seriously."
"I won't."
Jack held an orange. "Orange," he said, holding that orange orange.
