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He laughed. "I suppose that makes sense."
"I definitely did not say that."
"I don't like being the center of attention much."
"Is that what you do when you're absent and have a difficult assignment?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
She pursed her lips, looking at the floor. "That's weird.."
"I don't think they're very hard," he said. "I didn't quite look at them."
She took his hand, nodding in agreement. "Okay. Let's go."
"Uhh.. They're not here," he told her. "They're somewhere else."
He cocked his head. "I suppose that is true."
"Well, I do think you're smart," she said with a frown. "Because you are."
He squeezed her hand, glancing at the clouds that floated by aimlessly. "It is."
"I'm unfamiliar with it," he said. "And it's usually bad."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Sounds good to me," he said, leading her down the street. In the area, there were mostly nice cars and a few people walked, going about their...
He frowned, crossing his legs. "I suppose."
"I'm only telling the truth," she said, her tone cocky.
"We could just walk and look through the windows for now," he said. "I only remember the book store near here."
"That's okay," he said. "I'll give you another go."
"You are smart," she told him sternly. "Not just in this operation."
He stepped out after grabbing his own bag, locking the doors right after.
