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"Good, how about you?" He asked. |
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"Also pretty good, can't go wrong with the basics." Emery mused, taking another bite. |
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Noah smiled and nodded, "True," |
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Emery eventually finished hers, responding back to Max before setting her phone aside. |
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Emery eventually finished hers, responding back to Max before setting her phone aside. |
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Noah finished his as well. He felt awfully weird about not really talking all dinner... |
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"How have you been settling in at Max's? Anything you need or want for it? Because if so we can go grab a few things while we're in town," Emery suggested, handing off her card when the waitress came back. |
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"No, I'm okay," he replied, a partial truth. He wanted all of his art things back, but it was all still at Rowans and it was too expensive to buy everything new again. |
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"Do you need any paint or things like that?" Emery asked, knowing everything was at Rowan's and, well, neither of them wanted to deal with him again. |
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Noah shook his head. "No, its okay... its too expensive, and the store is too far away," |
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