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“Arthur?!” He exclaimed with a harsh whisper on the verge of being a full out yell. He wanted to abort breakfast now and find his friend. He wasn’t sure he considered him his friend right now keeping such a thing. “But you’re broken up. You know what no. Let’s go straighten this out. Let’s go find Arthur.” Fabian speaks quickly already partly up from his chair.
Molly inhaled sharply, very nearly reaching across the table to clap her hand over his mouth but holding on to the instinct. “We... Fabian!” She stood up after her brother, and shook her head. “I can explain this to you, just calm down.” She said glancing around them. “We were broken up, for a while. We’ve been seeing each other secretly again, sort of. I still need to keep a clear head so the ring is my promise to him that I still love him and I will be ready to be with him again eventually.”
















