#80303 - “Will you… talk with me?” Frank nodded to her, and grabbed the chair, which had been unprofessionally painted black, and drew it over to her. The pressure behind his solar plexus told him that he needed to address the situation between himself had Jean, and himself and Ashley. Vanessa didn’t relax into him; instead spoke the words that made Frank’s own frame go rigid.
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