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[Chassie quiets, looking down at her hands as she twists them in her lap. Her skin is still pale, freckles standing out starkly against it and she keeps her eyes down when she shakes her head minutely as if in private denial of what he says.]

What if we don't want to?

[It's come up before, but perhaps not to him.]

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