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2019-12-04 05:00 am (UTC)
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Sure. Salt.
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He lets her get up to fret in the kitchen before he calls out.
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Emma.
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And he turns, an arm along the back of the couch.
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Thank you.
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Date: 2019-12-04 05:00 am (UTC)( He lets her get up to fret in the kitchen before he calls out. )
Emma. ( And he turns, an arm along the back of the couch. ) Thank you.