He came in, put his bag on the table and pulled something out. A rabbit. A white one. Plush.
He waited.
She entered, put her bag on the table and pulled something out. A diary. A red one. Leather.
The rabbit caught her eye and she looked at him with wonder and a smile.
'Is that yours?' she asked.
'It was, but it's yours now. If you want it, that is.'
She did.
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