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    BENJAMIN EVATT


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    ic; "No..." He said, letting out a sigh of relief that she didn't hear the murmuring. "I guess I'm just cold." He smiled as he felt her hand go from his cheek to his forehead. "Abigail, I'm not sick. It's London, it's cold." Ben said, chuckling. "Back in Scotland, this was nothing. Guess I've been away from home too long." He said, his smile fading slightly.



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    Abigail caught the slight fade in his smile. She gave his arm a small squeeze, and flashed a reassuring grin, "well, it won't be too long before we're back!" She didn't understand how London was colder, being further south than Scotland, but she wasn't going to ask. Instead she changed the subject and turned her eyes toward the approaching buildings. "What do you have next?" They where nearing the library, which might mean unlatching herself from Ben's arm, a thought she wasn't too fond of at the moment. It was kinda cold. If she had class she might have had left already. Yet, some part of her wanted nothing more than to spend every waking moment with him. She pushed it aside as a motherly concern.


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    BENJAMIN EVATT


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    ic; His smile brightened as he heard her words. Soon, he would be able to go back to his homeland. Suddenly, he realized he was being selfish. While he was complaining about going back to Scotland, Abigail hadn't been back to her home in a long time. "Hey, maybe after we go to Scotland," Ben said. "we could go to New York?" He said. "And I have math class next." Ben said, groaning. "Why do I even have to take math? That's what the internet is for." He grumbled, forgetting that he had chosen the courses himself.



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    But she didn't want to endanger Ben. She knew very well he could take care of himself, but she had dragged him into this chaos to begin with. She didn't want to be the reason he died young. She cared too much about him to even want to think of seeing him getting shot. Something about this affection she held for him felt a little stronger than a familial bond, but she wasn't about to say it was love. No, love was something she didn't have time for. There where those she could trust, and those she couldn't. Ben was someone (and probably the only one) she could trust.


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    BENJAMIN EVATT


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    ic; Ben sighed. "Yeah I guess so... But seriously, who uses math anymore? Like, without a phone or a calculator and just off the top of your head? I can do basic math, but..." He said, realizing he was beginning to rant. "Nevermind. So, what's your next class?" He asked. Ben noticed she was being unusually quiet. He never should've brought up the New York thing. Her mind was probably a raging battlefield of the reasons why she should go to New York and why she shouldn't.



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    Abigail gave a small nod to the library. "I've got off, but I'll probably head there and take care of some work." She did have a lot of work to do, and after a certain time her work quality got much worse. It'd be better to get it done sooner rather than later. In all manner of the word. It wasn't that she had many assignments to take care of, in truth she only had five. They where just ridiculously long and tedious to deal with properly. She, like every other student, hated it. It didn't help that her professor's accent was so thick she couldn't understand it. She could understand nearly every accent of the isles and even mimic it to near perfection. Except for Welsh dialects. She couldn't stand it. It was probably because Welsh was just a ridiculous language to begin with. She knew most of her problems with the language and dialect was because she was never exposed to it before attending. She grew up with Irish, Scottish, English and American accents. Never Welsh. She brushed aside her rambling thoughts and turned to the more important thought in her brain. Visiting New York.


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    BENJAMIN EVATT


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    ic; Ben checked the time on his phone. He sighed. "Well, I have to go." He said, quickly sliding his jacket on. He slipped his phone into the back pocket of his jeans. "I'll, uh, text you when I get out, ok?" He glanced towards the direction of the class. If he left now he might just make it.



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