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"Do you want to go outside?" He says with a small smile and takes a seat on the floor in front of her. 

She doesn't answer, just buries her face further into her knees. 

"We could go to the place with the lake, like we used to," he tries, running his fingertips slowly up her calves. "We used to get ice cream and then feed the cones to the ducks. Do you remember, sweetheart?"

"I don't want to go," she whispers. 

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