[ She knows that tonight she'll feel angry and sad -- nightmares abound, she thinks, nightmares of being left behind. But maybe she'll convince someone to crawl in with her, or sleep on top of the bed while she sleeps underneath it. Having someone there is better than being left alone. For now though, she'll focus on the things in front of her: this Dave, her Dave, and getting some ice cream.
She slides away from him and awkwardly walks to the back, placing her apron on a hook and signing a time card. ]
Do you like orange flavors, because you're orange?
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She slides away from him and awkwardly walks to the back, placing her apron on a hook and signing a time card. ]
Do you like orange flavors, because you're orange?