Abigail takes a deep, shuddering breath and stares at the spot formerly occupied by Raph.
I love you too, you inconsiderate blockhead.
Mustering some small measure of nonchalance, Abigail swoops down on the flower and clutches it tightly, further crushing its stem. The look she gives Thomas asks -- no, demands -- that there be no questions just yet.
"Those layabouts inside aren't going to feed themselves, are they?" she snaps, lifting her chin as she stalks inside.
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All this time he could do that?
Abigail takes a deep, shuddering breath and stares at the spot formerly occupied by Raph.
I love you too, you inconsiderate blockhead.
Mustering some small measure of nonchalance, Abigail swoops down on the flower and clutches it tightly, further crushing its stem. The look she gives Thomas asks -- no, demands -- that there be no questions just yet.
"Those layabouts inside aren't going to feed themselves, are they?" she snaps, lifting her chin as she stalks inside.