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She nodded before becoming silent, falling asleep minutes later.
"Sarah wants to be a marine biologist, and Abigail would like to be a doctor to help provide." *** "A bad trait to share."
He remained silent, an eyebrow raised.
She shut her eyes. "Promise?"
She frowned slightly. "My mom has Alzheimer's, so Rachel usually stays there to help out. I help with the money, and the other two are still in...
He frowned. "Can't you talk in here?"
She sighed, turning her head slightly. "Just.. especially so right now."
She nodded. "Pretty much." *** He laughed. " I'd believe it."
He sat back, a frown on his face.
She smiled softly, placing her hands over his. "I'm always tired."
She folded her hands, her eyes bright. " Well, I'm glad you think so." *** "I won't mind," he said. "M y things are usually a mess."
He put his hand on her shoulder. "Penelope wants to speak with you."
She yawned, curling up in a ball. "I know."
She smiled at him. "You're sweet." *** "We can be friends. I'm just saying."
Francis gently rested his hand on her shoulder. "Poppy.."
"Right," she said sleepily. "It's nice every time."
"Even as a kid?" *** He frowned. "She doesn't have the right to care."
Francis wanted to protest, but held his tongue.
She pulled the blanket over herself before shutting her eyes. "Well, that was nice."
She laughed. "It was bad." *** He nodded. "Alright."
