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He blinked, letting her go.
"But you said."
She blushed lightly, but nodded. "That's good."
Francis sat down, his head cocked.
"You said you did."
"I always want you close."
He nodded. "Thank you."
"Do you actually hate me?"
"I.. suppose you can do whatever you want."
He chuckled. "Right, well.."
"I don't understand."
"How do you do what?"
He cleared his throat. "Uh.. I had to."
"You hate me."
She sat at the edge of the ledge, letting her legs hang off. "If that's okay with you."
"This one is mine," he reassured. "I can watch her."
"And you never have loved me."
"I don't mind."
"She's at work."
