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She tilted her head nervously. "I have?"
She nodded slowly, slipping it on and taking in the familiar scent that was stuck to it.
"I can't recall," he replied easily, though it may not have been the truth.
"Just in case."
"Hey, not if you were gonna wear it."
"Twenty one months," he replied, before pausing with a frown. "About."
"Honest!"
She looked back at him, considering. "Sure."
Francis said nothing for a moment before patiently folding his hands. "I don't do that anymore."
She cleared her throat, thinking for a moment. "Flour."
Francis turned his head slightly, raising an eyebrow. "Creepy?"
"Hiding? Nothing. I wouldn't hide anything from you.'
She took his hand, heading for the door.
(Yoop!)
She waved it off. "Nothing. I'll have to check to see if we have it."
She chuckled. "Sure."
He nodded, his expression turning somewhat cold. Reminiscent of who he used to be. "I'm ready."
"I know, right." She grinned at him. "I'm gonna go to the market today, pick something up."
She nodded, tying her hair back. "I think so too."
He frowned, watching her go.
