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LIV: He lives.
My girl.
The corners of my lips coil because leave it to her to not make it awkward. Liv steps right back into the swing of things and I love her ass for it.
HUDSON: He does.
LIV: I was beginning to wonder.
HUDSON: I can’t say I hate the idea of you thinking about me.
LIV: I wouldn’t go that far…
HUDSON: Two seconds in and already hurting my feelings.
LIV: Let’s not get it twisted and pretend you have any.
HUDSON: That hurts, Op.
LIV: Thinkin’ of me, ole man?
HUDSON: I was thinking about how I never got to bend you over my desk that I’m sitting behind, but sure.
HUDSON: I was thinking about you.
LIV: Looky here…I found the block button.
HUDSON: Maybe push it and save us both the random text messages.
LIV: That’s called socializing.
HUDSON: I’ve been social distancing for years.
LIV: Aka you’re a troll.
HUDSON: I can’t argue that. How is California?
LIV: Warm and sunny and lovely and everything. I love it.
My breath hitches a little bit, but I can’t help but be happy that she is. That she resonates with it. That it seems to be like her and the words she used to use.
HUDSON: How about your daughter?
LIV: Did you forget her name?
No.
I just don’t know if it’s okay for me to say it. I only saw the little bundle of brown curls once, so she must get that from her dad.
Not that I give a shit.
HUDSON: I didn’t forget.
LIV: Well?
I’ve never said her daughter’s name in a conversation before. It’s like announcing the elephant that we tried to shoo out of the room but still remains there.
HUDSON: Rory.
