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"Has it only been two years?"
He nodded. "Right."
She watched him for a moment before blinking. "Right.. Cool."
He grinned, kissing her cheek. "You make me happy too."
He looked down. "Well.. They weren't what I thought they were anyways."
"Blues and greens. Like the ocean."
"What did I do?"
Sam hesitated. "The college? The bad one?"
"Of course. By the way.. What is your favorite color?"
Francis looked up over the sink, cleaning the dishes.
Sam said nothing, looking at the ground.
She tilted her head. "You will visit though, right?"
(Yoop!)
(Zoop!)
"Well, I barely know you, right? I don't even know your favorite color!"
He chuckled, raising an eyebrow.
He was quiet, his eyes down.
"Well.. In a sense."
"That too."
He took her hand, heading back.
