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He chuckled. "I know, but I'm just thinking in the future."
He hesitated. "I don't know."
She nodded slowly, raising an eyebrow. "So I can think about you?"
He kissed her cheek. "Do you think she'll like her room?"
He looked at her before smiling slightly. "You look cute."
"But then I'll be unhappy.."
"She is your child. You must be brave."
Sam was in the meadow, his fingers running through his hair.
She frowned. "I want to laugh.."
He chuckled. "I told you."
(Zoop?)
"I'm fine," she said quickly. "It's okay."
"Alright," he said slowly, his gaze returning to Poppy.
He continued to sit quietly at the table, saying nothing.
"No," she said quietly, relaxing as well as she could again. "Laughing hurts."
"Yeah."
He gave her a small smile. "See you."
She chuckled before wincing, pulling away slightly.
Francis nodded. "I think so?"
"Okay. Meet me in the meadow?"
