"Even there." Francine's hand tangled in blood-caked hair when she tried to rub it across Katchoo's back, so she let it rest where it was. "Are you gonna believe me someday, when I say there's nothing you could do that would make me not love you? 'Cause I'll keep saying it, I don't mind, but it hurts to have you think I'm a liar."
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