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Her clothes finished drying and we both folded them while watching TV together on the couch. I realized that most of her clothes needed replacing, but at least they were clean and she had a halfway decent outfit to wear the next day.It had been amusing watching her watch TV. I had given her the remote, realizing that she probably hadn't been able to watch much of it with the electricity being off at her house. She had told me that it had been off only about a week 'this time' and that the TV being off and the boredom of nothing to do was the reason she went outside. I had then asked her about how she normally spent her time at home hoping to find some reason other than meanness for the attack on her earlier in the day. I still didn't want to approach it directly, because I was afraid to bring back those memories. She said she enjoyed both watching TV and reading history and adventure books. I thought it was at least partially to escape her real world.She said she hadn't had anything. I’m really enjoying being with you.”“You’re serious?”“As a heart attack,” I said.“Ice lolly!” she laughed.We continued down Stafford Street, then along Piccadilly to the shop I’d seen. I bought two cherry-flavored popsicles and handed one to Pippa. We unwrapped them, then walked back out onto the sidewalk.“Steve?” Pippa giggled.I turned to watch her make a show of pushing the popsicle as far into her mouth as she could, then pulling it back out and licking carefully around the top, then pushing it back in.“Nice,” I chuckled, and then mimicked what she had done.Pippa started laughing so hard she had to lean against the railing that separated the sidewalk from the street to keep her balance.“You did NOT just do that!” she said when she regained her composure.“Why not?”“There is NO WAY you’re a queen!”“True, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be silly!”“You are barmy!”I made a theatrical bow, “At your service, ma’am!”I took her hand and we continued along Piccadilly until we came to.
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She grudgingly got up too, still holding onto his arm, like a lost child. He realized he was going to have to teach her self-confidence if he was ever going to be able to be away from her again. She barely let go even when he went into the bathroom, waiting at the door like a little puppy.Eggs and pancakes helped revive the two and he set out to look around outside with Harper in tow. It appeared she was, well, a bit clingy, and didn’t let go of his hand as they walked around the outside in the cold air. She looked at the forest around them and the tiny cabin as Mike surveyed the area. He also pulled some remaining items out of the trunk of his car, getting Harper to carry them, just to free him from her for the moment. She had serious self-reliance problems and abandonment fears. She stayed right behind him as they carried the items in.“Harper,” he took her hands after sitting the stuff down, “you need to trust me. I am not going to leave you. We are going to stay here for a.

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