Her eyes flick up to his face at his remark, but she doesn't say anything. Sometimes they really of one mind, but then again, they always did want the same things out of life.
"I don't think we even have the choice to say 'fuck it,'" she sighs.
Slowly walking over to him, she lays a hand on his arm.
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"I don't think we even have the choice to say 'fuck it,'" she sighs.
Slowly walking over to him, she lays a hand on his arm.