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Around, through, and back; around, through, and—aw damn, she dropped the stitch again.
"Honestly, Laura. How do you do this?" Abbey dumps her knitting and inspects Laura's instead, the first handspan of a blue-and-white scarf, a gift for her cousin, who's a big Chelsea fan. "You even got the emblem. That's sick! I barely managed a row and my hands are cramping. I feel like a granny. Though if I were, I'd rock this."
"It takes practice," Laura giggles. "Perhaps I should have imagined you learning from my gran as well."
"S'fine. I like wearing your scarf better anyway."