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"Can we call the police on this? Those are presents. But Lars must have climbed over our gates, and... What if the gifts become something far more dangerous? Like, what if he brings a gun, Robin."
A smile spreads over Robin's lips. "Is that why you screamed? Did you think Lars was going to shoot me?"
I wander over to him. Robin is curiously peering down at me, tilted head and looking like a daydream. His brown hair is longer at the top, and his body has grown since he started bulking.
"Yes, I screamed because I feared for your life..." I say once I'm right in front of him. I stand on my tiptoes, wanting to run my fingers through his hair, but I can't reach it.