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Peter looked at Harper curiously, wishing he could understand her. He thought she was more likely to tell him what was the matter than Jules was. |
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She got up quickly and went into the bathroom, Harper trotted behind but got shut out with they door. |
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"Are you OK Jules?" Peter called softly. |
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"Mhm" she called back, she sat in the corner and curled up. |
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Peter frowned worriedly, especially when she didn't come out. "Please tell me if you need help.." He sighed |
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"I'm fine!" She got up and opened the door, "See I'm not dead" |
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Peter sighed. "I love you Jules but I don't think this going to work if you just keep lying to me" |
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"Im just sick, I wont die" she leaned on the door frame. |
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"Im just sick, I wont die" she leaned on the door frame. |
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"I sure hope not" Peter said softly. "Anything I can do? Honestly?" |
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Overcast and Humid, Clearing Overnight
