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She frowned. "I'm going to die from loneliness."
"As soon as possible."
He nooded. "Sounds good."
"Well.. Don't you get a little time off?"
"That part, too."
"In her playpen in the living room. She was watching movies."
She sighed, pursing her lips stubbornly. "You have to leave every day."
"Just like old times."
"Not yet. Soon, though."
She stood up, placing her arms over his shoulders. "I love you too."
She nodded, looking up at him with bright eyes. "We can have our blue house again!"
He smiled, turning around. "Hey, love. Your hair is wet."
She nodded, squeezing his hand. "I'm so excited."
He looked back. "Hey.."
She chuckled, smiling at him.
"It will be lovely.'
He was bent over his work, not noticing her.
"Yesterday?"
"I think so too."
Francis was in the kitchen, cooking something.
