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Noah nodded, he squeezed her hand. "They will baby, they will," |
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"I just want this to be over," She whispered |
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"I know..." he whispered. "It will be soon, I promise," |
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She nodded, unsure at this point as they drove home, the woman silent. She gazed out the fogged window, getting lost deep in thought. |
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Emery glanced over at him, flicking her gaze back outside her window. "What do you think he wants? Why do you think he's even stalking us?" |
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"I dunno, my love," he sighed softly. |
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Noah reached over, taking her hand gently and squeezing it. |
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Emery took his hand, looking over at him and offering a small, tired smile, flicking her gaze back forward as they turned into the driveway. |
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Afternoon Showers, Sleet Possible
