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Tatum watched Bekka again, watched her pull up the mattress, frowning a little, vaguely hoping her bed wasn't next. "Some of them, I guess, like.. with actual books, I own actual books," the other girl replied quietly, just slightly downtrodden. She had a feeling that regardless of what she had to say, Bekka wouldn't deem it as a proper answer.
"I own books," she murmured again, as if that confirmed it, before she reached for something else from her box, placing it up onto a bedside shelf.
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"I'll keep looking," Tatum replied quickly, nodding her head. When she thought Bekka had finished addressing her, she returned to the games, feeling significantly less enthusiastic about putting out her collection now. She almost wanted to go and get back to Frankie's room already. Bekka made a good point; it was sort of a dumb thing to have laying around everywhere, and Bekka wasn't the only one who thought so.
When she had finished with the current box finally, she moved it aside with another empty one, before moving to open another one up. She glanced at Bekka again, and then back down to the box. "I can like, uhm.. go, or whatever, if you need room to look around."
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