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	[i]He notices and guides her over to a seat[/i]
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	"I'm.... Fine" [i]she says it through gritted teeth[/i]
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	"No your not" [i]He gives her some headache pills[/i]
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	[i]takes them[/i]
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	[i]He smiles at her as the headache pills seem to take instant effect[/i] "You feeling better"
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	"Yeah"
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	"That's nice" [i]He sit's next to her[/i]
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	"You have no idea"
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	"Really?"
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	"Ah, okay then so how was your sleep?"
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	"Not bad"
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	"That's good, so you dream of anything good"
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	"Us cyborgs don't really 'dream'"
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	"Really? Cool." [i]He yawns as he stretches in his seat[/i]
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	"How are you tired? You just woke up." [i]chuckles[/i]
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	[i]He shrugs[/i] "I don't know"
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	"You don't know?"
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	"Nope" [i]He lays down on her lap thinking[/i]
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	[i]notices[/i] "What are you thinking about?"
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	"Stuff" [i]He stares at her face[/i]
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	"What kind of stuff?"
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	"Stuff that you'll never know" [i]He smiles[/i]
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	"And why is that?"
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	"Because I just don't think it's that interesting"
 
										 
					 
		    