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Aubrey looked up, her brow furrowed. "No?"
"I'm going to murder you."
"You smell like home to me."
"I swear to God, Gabe..."
"Yeah. You smell really, really nice."
She rolled her eyes, flushing slightly.
"Your smell... I missed your smell."
"I think you're really attractive."
"You, but that's different."
She led him down the ramp where a small crowd had gathered.
"Don't be sad. I still think you're really hot."
She glared at him, crossing her arms. "You're annoying."
"You don't need to think about me."
"Yes. We gotta go."
"Not at all."
"There's no orders. I'm just surprised. No need to get so touchy. Why do you even have the lyre?"
"Me? I'm right here."
"There's a fire. We gotta get out of here."
"Looking around," she said flatly. "Besides, I don't need to answer your questions."
