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He kissed her cheek. "I love you."
She smirked. "Is it?"
He groaned. "Why can't everything just be nice and easy?" *** She squinted at him. "I would love to wear one of your shirts."
Francis cocked his head, and continued. "Walking in the night is good, but the snow makes it better."
"Yes," she agreed. "That is true."
"I can't remember.. I think so?" *** "Hm. I guess."
He nodded, looking around. "Yep. I'm okay."
"So what are you going to do?"
"Yeah, but still. Photos can be manipulated." *** "Just cleaner clothes from my apartment."
He nodded brightly. "I agree."
"In a good way?"
He nodded. "But how? Nobody will buy it." *** "I could, but I'd need to grab a few things."
He squeezed her hand. "Are you excited for the New year?"
"In a bad way?"
He frowned. "I don't even know what to do.." *** She laughed. "I'm sure."
He nodded. "Sounds good to me."
She was quiet, crossing her arms. "I'm your job. Make the correlation here."
He hesitated. "I don't know." *** "Right. Cause you totally don't like teaching."
He smiled. "Where are we going?"
She smirked. "Do your job."
