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"I wasn't necessarily uncertain when I said that, though."
"Of course," he said. "I always do." *** "Well, maybe it's just been a recent block."
She nodded slowly. "Alright. Let's go, then."
"Did I sound hesitant?"
His warm voice sounded from the other side. "Where'd you go?" *** "That's not true."
"Alright.." she said softly, turning to Jack. "We're going to see the chickens."
"You're 27," he replied easily. " Not hard to forget."
Landon called her phone. *** "Really?"
Avice picked her up wearily. "Let's go see the chickens."
"No, that's my age. Not yours."
"You're not that old, Miss Abernathy. Hate to break it to you."
"Uh huh. I'm older than nine."
He frowned, a hint of worry crossing his face. *** "Yeah, sometimes."
Avice sighed, placing the bottle back. "Chickens?"
He chuckled. "But how old were you?"
He picked up the paper, his head cocked. *** "Oh, I do. It's just that I've been somewhat uninspired lately."
Avice turned at the noise, somewhat startled before moving to pick it up.
"It's not too impressive."
Landon shifted, his eyes fluttering as he sat up. *** "It's boring."
She went quiet as well, looking down.
