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[unsever]

"Can't pick up the phone right now, you know the drill."

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[unsever]

We'll figure this out. I'll be there in a sec.

[ Throwing on whatever clothes she can find, she shuffles down the stairs, still listening to him and fucking hustling. ]

Yes, definitely good.

[ And then she's grabbing a few things from her kitchen and there's the sound of a door opening and closing behind her, a soft swear as the cooler air hits her skin. While she wasn't suffering from the death flu anymore, the nightmares and night sweats hadn't stopped meaning she hasn't really been sleeping. It's fine. Not like part of it wasn't something she was very experienced in dealing with.

Hanging up, she slips her phone into her pocket and opens the door. Not sure if he'd stayed near it or had already moved back to the bedroom. ]

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