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He laughed. "Is that so?"
He hesitated. "Alright.. What about him?"
"Well.. I think we're too late." *** She kissed his nose. "It is?"
"Don't I get a discount?"
"I suppose it is," she said, a nervous chuckle escaping her. "Can I help you..?"
"It is?" *** She paused, grinning as she turned to him. "That's better. I like that much better."
"Right. It would be nice to hear you play while I work."
Avice folded her hands, looking a bit nervous. "Oh.. Um. Hello."
"We might have others." *** She squinted at him, stepping towards the door. "Suit Yourself."
"But I enjoy your music."
The knock startled her as she looked up from the edge of the bed. She had hidden away the torn papers that had littered the room earlier. "Hello?"
He nodded. "Just this once." *** "Want to bet?"
"You play," he said. "I like to hear you play."
"The other ones," she muttered quietly under her breath, her fists clenching and unflinching before she stood up, her legs shaky, and returning to...
"I'm just having a sleepover right now." *** She pursed her lips. "I'll just leave then. Permanently."
"What about a cello?"
She stuttered something incomprehensible, her hands still covering her face, before she blinked, her eyes teary. "Not you, Jack. You would never...
"I will sleep here!" *** She blinked. "But.. I even left."
"A piano would be good."
She covered her mouth to stifle a sob, staring at the ceiling. " Please don't be mad.. I didn't mean.. Please don't hurt me."
