be easier, except that Katchoo's mind was racing along a speed limit free highway of
oh my god this is Francine and she's really letting me do this and those are her lips and she's not running away oh my god oh my god
and it made her fumble just a bit. Which might, in its own quirky way, be more reassuring than anything. She hoped.
"I love you, Francie." And that was important, too, enough to stop what she was doing long enough to say it, because she hadn't been able to say it in over a week and now especially, with pants getting worked loose so they could slide unmissed to the floor, it needed to be said.
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"I love you, Francie." And that was important, too, enough to stop what she was doing long enough to say it, because she hadn't been able to say it in over a week and now especially, with pants getting worked loose so they could slide unmissed to the floor, it needed to be said.