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He nodded slowly. "Good job."
"Just pick whichever."
"No.. Just envision it."
"It's up to you."
He looked hesitant, but nodded. "You have to really focus on the rock," he said, his voice quiet. "And imagine you're picking it up."
He shrugged. "What would you want it?
He let it drop, looking over at her. "It comes to me."
"Change it?"
He nodded, taking a breath and lifting his hand. The rock levitated easily, as if this were simple for him.
He sat down, folding his hands.
He wad quiet, just watching.
He kissed the top of her head, sighing.
He looked up, watching her curiously.
He nodded, looking back to the cashier. "And a poppy seed muffin."
Sam was quiet, keeping to himself.
He shrugged. "Sure."
He blinked, looking up at the rock with wide eyes.
"One coffee, one peppermint tea.." he paused, looking at her. "Do you want a muffin?"
He frowned, standing up. "What are we doing?"
"I know, my love. You're mine, too."
