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She moved to kiss his cheek, her nose in his hair. "Please don't leave me."
"It is? I don't see it." *** She chuckled. "That's okay."
"Uneventful," he said, wrapping his arms around her. "I'm making dinner."
She sighed softly, turning her head to look at him. "I love you too. I'm sorry I tried to break up with you."
"It doesn't disappoint. I think you're cool." *** She put her arm around his waist, resting her head against him. "I'm glad I know you, too."
He looked to her, moving towards her. "Hey, love. How was work?"
She scooted towards him, resting her head on him as if he were a pillow. "I know. It's okay."
"Huh. Alrighty." *** She smiled at him. "Thank you."
Francis waited at home, his lips pursed as he stood over the stove.
She laid back, watching the ceiling. "No. You died. I know what happened."
"Why not?" *** She blinked, then flushed. "Sometimes I talk too much, I think."
(QOSH?)
"Everything is weird," she said quietly, pulling on her shirt. "You died."
"Once again, not very nice." *** "Like, how it's right here and you can see it without the worry of being in the ocean. That's amazing."
"I'll see you tonight."
She sighed, shaking her head as she spoke in a murmur and continued to change. "I don't like this."
He nodded, satisfied. "Thank you." *** "But it's not just scary," she said thoughtfully. "It's.. beautiful in a way.'
He pursed his lips. "Have a good day."
She paused. "Only a scar? But.. You got stabbed today."
"We're taking the cats. That's good enough revenge." *** "Because it hasn't hurt anyone before," she said. "If it was unsafe, they wouldn't keep...
