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He let go, crossing his arms. "Then I won't hug you."
She sat up, tugging on a loose strand of hair. "That's true."
He put his arms around her ribcage. "That's mean."
"I'll allow it. Just this once."
He shrugged, sighing. "I dunno."
She grinned. " Thank you."
He rested his head on her shoulder, his eyebrows furrowed. "Just a thingie at work. Are you mad at me?"
"Right," she agreed, "but it's not the same."
"Hmph," he muttered. "Maybe."
She raised an eyebrow. "That would be questionable."
He frowned. "Am not. I just think that I should stay here."
She laughed. "I suppose it is."
He huffed, but went around and opened the door. "Fine. Jeez."
"I'd help you hide the body," she teased.
He took her hand and stood up. "I was doing just fine right here."
She nodded. "Besides, I wouldn't want to break up with you anyways."
He looked up at her, his head cocked slightly. "I'm feeling just normal."
She kissed his cheek. "I wouldn't want you to cry."
Francis was sitting on a curb, a small twig in hand was he watched some pebbles.
She laughed. "I would never. But what if I broke with you in a mean way?"
