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"I have three," she said, leaning back. "Jason, who is two years older than me, Marie, who is my age, and Lance, who is two years younger. It's...
He squinted at her. "That's my sister and you're my girlfriend."
She flushed a little, swirling hers thoughtlessly. "Of course, I never got to really do much because of it. The only time I ever had fun was when...
He raised an eyebrow at her. "That's not what I said."
She shrugged slightly. "I don't know.. Hard-working? I spent a lot of time practicing and perfecting. I didn't have a lot of time for other stuff."
He huffed. "Hopefully that goes away soon.."
She tilted her head slightly. "Maybe a little. I'm not sure."
He frowned, going to check in the mirror.
She gave him back the paper. "I wonder what mine would be if I did it when I was younger."
He frowned slightly, reaching for his neck. "What? Why? Is there something there?"
"It's interesting though," she said, reading his answers.
He squinted as he looked over. "What?"
She tilted her head slightly, but was quiet.
Abel was getting dressed, his hair still wet.
"Do it now, then," she urged curiously, a small smile on her face.
(Yoop!)
She looked up at him. "What about you?"
He considered this before following her.
She took the pen and tapped her chin as she looked at the list, slowly crossing things off until there was three left. ̶J̶u̶s̶t̶i̶c̶e̶...
He pursed his lips. "..Can I come too?"
