"Fine, yes. Home," her eyes cast skyward for a moment, pressing a quick kiss to his chin before she turns once more. "We will change the subject - drop it entirely."
The song she starts up once she's leaning over to retrieve a (surprisingly) neatly folded pile from the floor, however, sounds rather suspiciously familiar.
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The song she starts up once she's leaning over to retrieve a (surprisingly) neatly folded pile from the floor, however, sounds rather suspiciously familiar.