[ He says one hour and she... is late. To her own room. Sneakers, shorts and t-shirt, light jacket off her shoulders and hanging by her forearms like she's been rushing, generic pizza box in one hand, a few beer and coke cans in a plastic bag on the other. ]
Sorry, sorry! They took forever to make this. Hi — [ Arms lifted just enough for a half (more like one-quarter) hug, she maneuvers everything around to unlock the door to her room and let them both inside. ] Come on in. How are you?
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if that's what you want
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i see
no olives for mr lucien then
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yeah, yeah
see you soon
magical girl transformation into action
Sorry, sorry! They took forever to make this. Hi — [ Arms lifted just enough for a half (more like one-quarter) hug, she maneuvers everything around to unlock the door to her room and let them both inside. ] Come on in. How are you?