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Avice hesitated. "He's at home."
He nodded slowly. "Alright." *** "Show me the boxes."
"I'm not sure."
He pursed his lips. "Sorry."
She kissed her nose. "He'll be okay. He's in the other room."
He nodded slowly. "Alright." *** "Nope."
He grinned. "Perhaps."
He shook head. "Nothing."
She sighed, setting down their items next to the cot. She sat on the edge, holding Aubrey close.
"I'm fond of you as well." *** "Lies."
"Definitely not," he said playfully.
He shrugged. "You're nice to look at. It's pleasant."
Avice looked around, holding Aubrey close to her before heading for the spare room.
"Lovely!" *** She grinned at him. "Nope."
"Then nevermind. Any louder will just draw more attention."
"No. I don't think so."
She didn't meet her gaze, but faced her. "Alright.. Thank you, Natalia."
"You think?" *** She squinted at him. "Liar."
"Fiancée."
He hesitated. "You."
