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He frowned, but said nothing more as he led her inside. *** "Really," she replied, her tone flat.
"Because I'm a good investigator."
Avice said nothing, her eyes scanning the ashes and ruins of the house sadly.
"Let's just get to the apartment so you can lay down." *** "Y'know what? Sure."
"It won't be hard to obtain."
She winced, but said nothing. She bit her tongue, her eyes down.
"I know," he said quietly. "It's okay."
"You're biased."
"That's fine," she said quietly. "Do what you have to do."
He frowned, stepping out, obviously giving in. "C'mon." *** "Mooooonnnnthss."
"Wow. I'm offended."
Avice hesitated, slowly holding out her arm for Miriam.
He sighed, turning back to the wheel and switching gears. *** "No."
"Lies. All lies."
She held his hand tightly, keeping her eyes down.
He unbuckled the seatbelt for her, watching her with sad eyes. *** "It's months."
"But biased at home."
She took it, noting that they were bloody. She kissed the back of it, her own hands trembling.
He frowned, thinking of how she said they were too different. "I'll see you around." *** "Months."
"Yeah," he teased. "Cause your biased."
