They're yours. [ her tone is flat - she doesn't even muster enough energy to act all affronted and offended at his words, at his insinuation. what's the point of doing that, anyway? the house is so quiet it doesn't seem right to break its silence. ] Besides, they're probably sent to you by your friends to cheer you up. [ never mind that it seems, of them four - of them two, now - she's the one with people whom can be arbitrarily labeled as 'friends'. ] Boys' things and all that. [ never mind that ed's no longer a boy - not so for many years now. ]
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