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She sighed, squeezing his hand. "I don't think you're senile."
Sam frowned, sitting on the edge of the bed.
He squinted, watching her.
"I know. Are there any ideas?"
"That, too."
He went up the stairs, his brows furrowed.
He frowned. "Fine."
He sighed. "Have we thought of any names?"
"You're ridiculous."
He sighed, crossing his arms before heading to the stairs. "You can help yourself to anything."
"Sprite isn't even that good."
"Oh my god."
Sam crossed his arms hesitantly. "Is it going to be a problem?"
"That's mean. I never looked through your garbage. I'd be too afraid of the contents."
"Why not?"
He nodded, saying nothing.
He squinted at her. "Did you just compare me to raccoon?"
"You know you can always ask me for compliments," she teased.
Sam was quiet. "Anyways.."
"To kill me?"
