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"Known Sharg weak spots?"
Frank cuts in. "Stomach!"
Olivia can only glare. "I thought this was Maya's reviewer."
"Sorry."
"Hey," Maya speaks, "it's fine. There's always more questions."
She just sighs and nod. "Good. Now, what method is most used to kill a Sharg?"
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"Crap! Crap crap crap crap crap—"
"Calm down!" Ava shrieks as he hurriedly grabs Stanford's shoulders. "You're fine! I'm fine! We're fine!"
"You could be pregnant for all I know—"
Ava pauses, her grip faltering. "...pregnant?"
"I don't know!" Stanford groans.
"I complain of back pain and that's what you get out of it?!"
"Pregnant people complain about back pain!"
"Because of the weight of the baby, idiot!"
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"So..." Stanford awkwardly looks at Olivia. "How's Ava?"
"Ava is fine," she answers, clipped. "Last night went alright. We watched some videos."
That raises Stanford's alarms. Knowing Ava's absurdly niche interest in old, pre-Robo videos, he's scared of what she's shown Olivia for their first-ever bonding night. "Watched what?"
"Something called... Parkour Civilization?"
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"Don't do this," Frank whispers as he holds onto Maya's hand. She's drifting away.
Her eyebrows furrow, and Frank studies the way she looks at him. "You can't stop me."
"I know. I can still try."
"I'm still going to do it."
"It's not worth it."
"it is to me." Maya pulls away, steeling herself as she looks into the toilet and staring at the sweater clogging it. "For Stanford."
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"Would you like any help?"
Dolly looks around from the dishes, seeing the way Olivia stands fixed with a clean posture. She was supposed to be with the rest of Stanford's friends to play with the pool table down in the basement.
"I'm fine," she tells Olivia with a kind smile. "These dishes are nothing, anyway."
Dolly turns back to the unrinsed plates, but she doesn't miss the way Olivia just stands there in the corner of her eye. Was she too scared to return to the sleepover?
"If you really want to do something though, then you can wipe off the washed plates."
Olivia just nods as respectful as she could, Dolly notices, before stepping up besides her and grabbing the kitchen towel to start wiping. Dolly's smile only grows fonder. Stanford was making great friends.
"You're a very good kid."
"...Thank you, Mrs. Yu."
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