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“I’m glad to hear that,” Steve smiles proudly at Sharon. “Are one the reasons as to why you’re happy now include me? I think it should.” He jokingly adds.
“I guess I could give you some credit,” she teased, smiling at him. “But you and the kids are the only things that keep me going these days and make me realize that my days of being a spy are over.”
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“There’s definitely still a part of me that misses being an agent and the action that comes with it, but I am happy with my life now. I just want to know how to fully give up the only thing you were born to do.”
“and all i’m hearing is blah, blah, blah. the way to get me to listen is the mention of food or link the conversation to food analogies or giving me food.”
“how about we try that again without the attitude, ariel.”
“To answer your question, no. I’m not okay. I feel like cutting someone up and leaving them in the abyss of the eight realm,” Jake says in a deadpan voice.
“That was honestly not the answer I was expecting and I’m a bit afraid to ask why you want to cut someone up.”
“Do you need something?” Skye Daisy, asked, looking up from her paperwork to see the person who’d just entered the room.
“No, I was just walking around and checking up on things. But how are you doing?”
“OH! Wrong uhh––room?”
“Maybe you could knock next time?”
Stephanie sat outside the academy, finishing off a few pieces of work she had yet to complete. “Wow, is it weird that I missed this place?” She asked, to nobody in particular; more to herself.
Taking a seat next to her daughter on the bench, Sharon playfully nudged her. “You missed the academy? I can’t believe this. I thought I would never hear those words leave your mouth.”
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