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Scar eyed her anxiously. “Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?” “I'm positive. I want to get to know everyone on my own. Besides they already know the circumstances.” He sighed. “They're good people but they can be...” “I'll be fine Scar,” She rolled her eyes. She stood inbetween his open legs, his hand on her back. “What about lunch?” He asked. “I made it.” “You can't cook. Why don't I give you some cash—” “I made a ham sandwich and chips. I even packed a soda. I don't need any money.” He frowned. “You should pack water too. Oh and, a sweater. It gets cold in the labs.” “I have a sweater,” She pouted. “A good sweater,” he quizzed. “Like wool? Because it's very cold—” “Scar I have a sweater!” He sighed once more. “Remember to keep your head down to and from the la
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