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Amira mindlessly traced his tattoos, thinking about the baby |
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Sage just ate the apple quietly, still waking up a little bit but mroe than happy to just cuddle while he did so. |
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Amira looked at him. "What are you thinking about?" She asked quietly |
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Sage glanced over at her with a hum. "Not much," he admitted with a chuckle. "I was sort of just zoning out," he added with amsuement |
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Amira nodded and kissed his cheek |
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Sage just grinned over at her and tossed the apple core into the trash can. "What do you want to do today then," he asked. "I can work later," he added. |
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Sage nodded in thought, wondering what might seem fun. |
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"We could.....fool around?" She suggested, smiling at him |
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Sage chuckled softly and nodded. "That's fine," he noted lightly. "We could always play some board games and stuff," he added with a shrug |
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Nighttime Thunderstorms with Hail
