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[nineteenfortyfive]

[Lord, Claire just felt a chill.]

Jesus, Bree, not like that.

Firstly, it's not a lie. He looks better. He's still too thin and too pale, but he looks more alive, now. You used to straighten you hair and it made you happy, didn't it? Coloring his hair, making him look the way he'd like to be seen, makes him happy. Some reassurance would help.

Secondly, no.

[givingback]

[ Bree lets out a breath and tilts her head back, getting it but she should have just been able to say something on her own! Now it's going to feel forced and like a lie no matter what. ]

Fine.

And yes.

[nineteenfortyfive]

Your dating life is your own [But what about Roger?] and I'd never encourage you towards Theon. He's a sweet boy, underneath the damage, but not a boy anyone should be in a relationship with for some time.

[Not now. Not ever, maybe.]

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oh my god WHAT?

I wasn't talking about Theon, what is wrong with you??

[ Bree may be from 1968 but boy has she caught up with the youth's ways of texting. ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

I can read well enough without that.

I was just saying, since it's apparently what you think my intentions are.

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This is the most insane conversation I've had since I learned how to text.

I'll tell him whatever you want, okay?

[nineteenfortyfive]

Just compliment my work. 💩

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That's.

Mom what are you doing, do you even know what that means?

[nineteenfortyfive]

It's cute.

[givingback]

just tell me if you know what it is.

[nineteenfortyfive]

You just want your mother to type "shit with eyes," don't you?

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[ Bree laughs so hard before she can even reply. ]

I mean, who knows if you really understood what those things were or not.

[ Brianna's young, she learns things quickly, she's got this. ]

Glad you confirmed it for me.

[nineteenfortyfive]

You're welcome.

Now you have to tell me who the cutest boy is here.

[givingback]

And have you go interrogate him?

No, sorry.

[nineteenfortyfive]

Oh, please. You can make up a name. Just tell me what he looks like.

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His eyes are blue. Really blue. And he has this really cute, shy smile.

[nineteenfortyfive]

[Bree's dated before, so Claire's not terribly alarmed yet about her talking about a cute boy.]

And?

[givingback]

And he has dirty blonde hair. He's nice, and we talked a lot about fate, I may have quoted Hemingway at him.

[ She smiles fondly. ]

Anyway, that's enough for now, I think. I don't want to jinx it.

[nineteenfortyfive]

[Good lord. She really is Frank's daughter in some regards...]

I see. Well, you let me know if I need to set an extra place at the dinner table.

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I don't think our dinner table can fit another person.

[nineteenfortyfive]

The boys can always eat in their rooms.

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and you'd be cooking?

[nineteenfortyfive]

Yes.

I'm not that bad, am I?

[givingback]

No, I just like giving you a hard time since you weren't really home at night to cook that much.

You're making up for it though with secret midnight pancakes.

[nineteenfortyfive]

Secret midnight pancakes that are just for us.