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eyeing over at her then back on the road . focus suddenly back to the task they came here for .
hand grips the back of the passenger seat as a means to look over their shoulder , backing the van out to leave .
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hunkering down into the van, knees
pulled to chest. chin rested in palm,
looong groan. then, a chuckle.
❛ seriously, though. i just feel like i
get dumber whenever he speaks to me. ❜
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+ voice trickles in , effectively snapping him out of his thoughts . a small grin replacing his expression .
“ uh —— yeah ! sure . i got you . ” should it really be this nerve-racking ?
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it feels all too unreal , like a page ripped straight out of a novel robin buckley had spent hours deciphering .
still —— they’re fidgeting . the most they have in awhile . robin plays the hem of their top . it scratches at them +
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+ uncomfortably . like they’re suddenly all too aware of themself .
she doesn’t remember the interaction , the conversation leading up to this : just knows she can’t back out of it now .
he eyes himself in the mirror when her +
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