Sam smiled, though it looked a little pained as she lowered her hand. The back of her neck was scratched raw and now it just hurt. "Thanks. Though I had a feeling with you and Vincent over here were not with them."
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Sam smiled, though it looked a little pained as she lowered her hand. The back of her neck was scratched raw and now it just hurt. "Thanks. Though I had a feeling with you and Vincent over here were not with them."
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Vincent catches the glare and recoils inside. The Look, he thinks, was similar to one he would get from his wife. Maybe its something girls learn at school?
"So, are we cool here?" He was asking Matthew as much as Sammy.
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"Yeah. No problems." Samantha said, fingers twitching slightly from irritation.
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"Cool. In that case, I'd like to get a few shots of the park, if I'm not treading on anyone's toes?" He hefts his camera in one hand, smiling to them both.
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"Doesn't bother me. Not really my park." She said with a shrug and arms crossed. Her fingers were starting to tap against it with a slight look of fustration building on her face as she twists her head around.
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Matthew shrugs. "It's everyone's park. But no, take all the pictures you want. Well, hopefully I'll be seeing the two of you around some time."
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Vincent begins snapping pictures, and the three go their separate ways.
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