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They darted away from each other but looked completely unsure of where they were or what to do.
"So, we're not using this new style just cause it's more efficient, eh?"
Alicia blushed, while Fred scratched an imaginary itch at the back of his neck.
"I see you've got excess time on your hands now, eh?"
"I'm sorry you had to see that Paco, it won't happen again," Fred offered.
"Just don't burn anything," he said, leaving.
Alicia had been leaning against the counter, her arms crossed as she nodded, or replied with,
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