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"Precisely what I was wondering" Peter admitted with a sigh. |
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"What did I do this time?" she mumbled and sat straighter. |
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"When did you last eat?" Peter asked quietly. He didn't want to fight. |
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"Why would you ask that?" She groaned. |
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"Because I care about you" Peter answered |
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She crossed her arms, "A few days" she slumped a little annoyed. |
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Peter frowned worriedly but he didn't want to annoy her more. |
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"Here's your fries" the waitress placed them down then walked away, "I can ride Trouble tomorrow" she said trying to change the subject. |
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"Are you sure?" Peter asked "Seems like your leg isn't the only issue.." |
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"Can I ride trouble if I agree to eat something?" She asked, watching the waitress leave. |
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