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[i]winces in pain at her headache[/i]
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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?"