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She frowned. "Yeah, but now it's the two of us together."
He sighed in relief. "Good." *** She blinked, then laughed nervously. "Right."
He hesitated. "Gun."
She sighed, looking up at him. "We've got this."
"Never mind." *** She frowned. "I'm sorry."
He panicked. "Please don't hurt her.. I'd give anything."
Avice squeezed his hand reassuringly, looking around. "Where are we headed?"
"That's fine." *** "I think you're good."
He coughed, barely looking up at the man. "Why? Why me?"
(Yee(
He laughed. "You pick." *** She glanced at him, her eyes adoring. "You're a pretty good guy."
He struggled for air, the blows only making it worse as he clawed helplessly.
(Where to?)
"Right. No Beyonce." *** She frowned. "Oh.."
He gasped, his hands instinctually gasping at the arm around his neck.
(Loop zoop?)
He nodded. "Sounds good." *** "So.. you became a teacher?"
He jerked away, his eyes harsh. "Don't."
She quickly fell asleep, her breaths evening as her grip on him loosened slightly.
" It totally is.." *** "Hmm.. What made you be a teacher, anyways?"
