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I'm not here often either, I just like annoying people
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Til and Brendan sat near the fireplace. Til would occasionally sneak a look at Taube, writing meticulously in her notebook. He would then look away, but no one said he didn't first will her to look his way. He couldn't will hard enough.
 
Taube looked up from her notebook. "Hey Charlotte! I've taken up writing the actual stories, you know, like, not poetry?" Taube said. She knew she probably sounded confusing, but she didn't care.
 
"Good. Minus my slight worries over health issues, I think we'll do fine. As long as we don't worry too much." Taube said and smiled. Til sat from his seat, watching Taube longingly. Brendan elbowed him and whispered, "Seriously, keep looking like that, and when she finally does look over, she'll think your a stalker and/or a pervert." Brendan said and smirked.
 

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