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He sat down, holding his arms.
"I'll continue on. No worries."
"I know, right?"
Sam backed to the door, looking hurt.
"It's perfect."
"I'm actually Poppy Abernathy."
He pulled back again, saying nothing.
She nodded. "Definitely."
"What?"
"Eden.."
The room seemed to relax her, and she looked at it before smiling slightly. "It's lovely!"
"What is it, then?"
He visibly shrunk back, his voice barely audible. "Enough damage?"
She nodded. "That sounds good. Thank you."
"She will not, Bob."
He blinked, his eyes widening slightly. "I never used you."
She visibly relaxed. "Oh. Good."
"She won't."
"What do you mean, 'I used you'?"
"I mean.. I can, but," she trailed off, shaking her head. "It's fine."
