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Streamers
They sprawled on opposite ends of the couch, lost for a time in their own thoughts. The afternoon sun filtered through the blinds, painting brilliant streamers in the aftermath of his disastrous attempt at baking, before drawing even lines on the carpet. As the wall clock unobtrusively chirped a reminder, she stirred and opened her eyes to look at him.
"I suppose I should find my way out," she sighed, though she made no attempt to move. His only response was to curl his toes against the back of her knee.
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"I suppose I should find my way out," she sighed, though she made no attempt to move. His only response was to curl his toes against the back of her knee.
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