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⠀𝐻e hums, reaching out for the edges of the blanket to rearrange is around its frame. Wonweek's seem so small, like indeed a child. Hm.
"If you go in bad shape and something happens? Would they not blame themselves?"
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⠀𝐻and feels the fabric of the coach underneath and once Elio makes sure he won't accidentally sit on anything, does he plop next to Sunday.
"Why is this mission so important to you?"
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⠀𝒲hat a stubborn child. Hand retreats, though, but Elio moves not.
"A shame then that you won't go anywhere in this state, then. As I said, the script said nothing about your sickness."
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⠀𝐻e ignores these words and instead, slender hand hangs in air for a few long seconds as Elio measures the distance between himself and Wonweek. Finally, a hand lay on its forehead.
Correct.
"Mm. You're a bit warm."
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⠀𝐻e doesn't need to be blind to hear its teeth clattering. Hmph. Throws a blanket at it, "coincidentally "it lands around Wonweek's shoulders.
"Catching a cold is not in the script."
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