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"So, how did that talk with Anne-Laure go?" Charles asked. The three brothers were kicking sand down by the ocean water while the girls in their lives gossiped and tanned or whatever they did on the beach.
Arthur had been looking nauseous for the past five hours. "Still processing it."
"What happened?"
"Well... I don't think I approached it super fantastically."
"No kidding," Lorenzo said sarcastically.
"We ended up on the topic of the guy and she just... exploded on me."
"Did you deserve it?"
"Yeah."
Charles sighed and waved a hopeless hand at Arthur. "You are so impossible."
Lorenzo glanced back at Anne-Laure while she braided her newly-short, newly-blonde hair. "Do you think she's in love?"
Arthur groaned and put his face in his hands.
"That's adorable," Lorenzo declared, and recieved some nasty looks from the other two. "Guys, come on. It's adorable."
"Yeah, fine, adorable." Charles said. "Also kind of tragic."
"What?"
"I mean, she has no idea how she's going to feel when this ends."
