The Power Button

The Power Button

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"I could ask you the same the same thing." Kristie shot back, she removed the cotton ball which was coated in dry blood. She set the cotton ball down on the counter and pulled out a cotton gauze and started wrapping Fleurs pointer and middle fingers in it. "What did you do?" Kristie said finishing wrapping Fleurs fingers and then tying it off ripping the gauze. "I wanted to learn about the world." Responded Fleur looking Kristie in the eye, Kristie groaned sarcastically. "Stop saying stuff in cryptic." Kristie moaned, Fleur giggled as Kristie playfully shoved her. "Ok, you know what let's go down stairs and talk, I will tell you what I was doing and you tell me what you were doing up so late, deal?" "Mmm k, and while we are down stairs talking why don't we have some wi-" "Nice try, silly come on." Kristie shrugged it off and started walking down stairs with Fleur.
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