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"alright" leim started to drive to lucilles house |
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Lucille Hawthorne -
Lucille looked out the window as they left. She glanced over at Leims open hand and considered reaching over to hold it, and intertwine their fingers, but decided against it. She said she wasn't ready for a relationship yet. She couldn't play with his feeling anymore. |
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he keept driving with one hand on the steering wheel |
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Lucille Hawthorne -
Lucille looked back out the window, but her hand inched towards his hand, but not taking it. |
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leim looks down at their hands for a second then back at the road leaving his hand where it was and kept driving |
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Lucille Hawthorne -
Lucille moves her hand closer, curling her pinky around his, but not looking over at him. |
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leim smiled and curled his pinky around hers |
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Lucille Hawthorne -
Lucille smiled but tried to resist the tiny grin. She kept looking out the window, not moving her hand again. |
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he held their pinkys together as he drove |
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Lucille Hawthorne -
Lucille smiled all the way to her house, but her smile disappeared when he pulled into her driveway. "See you at the river?" she asked hopefully. |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
