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"Aarrrghh."
Francis glanced back, but his grip didn't loosen.
"No, you."
"Oh, stop it."
Francis struggled slightly, his hands moving around his throat.
"Hm. Whatever."
"Not very much."
Francis was frantic, but his voice was clear. "Poppy's been poisoned I think.. I don't know what to do. "
".. That's true."
"So.. I tricked you?"
He kissed her temple worriedly before calling.
She rolled her eyes. "You're impossible."
She kissed below his ear. "Not really.."
He shook her shoulder while dialing Derrick's number. "Poppy?"
She looked up at him, taking his wrist gently. "I admit! Don't go!"
"Because you're pretty great."
Francis punched the man before attacking him furiously, then grabbing the cellphone.
"Huh.. That's weird.. Ass."
"Because you deserve infinite amounts of them."
He got up in a blue, standing between the two. "Who the hell are you? What did you do?"
