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Armen looked towards where Frida was pointing and noticed the blue tent. "Oh ok so it won't be too far of a walk." he was thinking that he would help her take her things over there with her when she wanted to leave, seeing as they were temporarily neighbors.
Armen's face went a little pink as he realized he was kind of bragging to her. "I'm sorry about that. It was really hard wasn't it? Your's took fourty minutes? Mine took close to that too, maybe fifty. Everytime I thought I had it up, it would just fall over." he shook his head.
And Frida managed to make Armen feel a little worse about himself as she asked why he was saying her. "Oh I didn't really mean you. I was just meant that person you know-" he didn't know what to say. "I'm sorry." he finished a bit tongue-tied. As she took the bag he said "Your welcome, I though the zipper would be handy."
When she mentioned her living conditions again he hoped he was in for the ok to talk about it, because yes, he had remembered and that was partly what he had been talking to her about. "So Frida, I say that you should do whatever you really want to do and to make yourself feel happy. I don't think it would be a selfish move." he told her kindly and truthfully.
"It's no more than sixty feet...I should survive the trek." Frida said and glanced to the map again, which was still waving in the wind.
'Mock me again you stupid map...I dare you.' "I'll tear you up and throw you in a fire..." She stopped abruptly when she realized her last words had actually been vocalized rather than simply thought.
"Don't mind me." Frida said and bit the inside of her cheek.
"At least your tent is slightly more complicated. So you have an actual excuse. I was just being a dork and made things hard for myself."
There it was again. That parchment waving in the wind...and it was nearly out of sight as it had shifted from the wind. Frida had begun to stare at the map intently, and realized it a little late.
She chuckled a little bit,
"Things are a little more complicated, but I suppose I should give things a little more thought and then decide once I have a stable mind." Frida picked the bag off the ground again and balanced it on her hip, while her other hand was occupied with the broom she purchased for her nephew.
"Unfortunately for me, my family would see it as a selfish move." Once again, her eyes drifted upwards and spotted the map again,
"Erm...if you wouldn't mind." Frida tilted her chin upwards to indicate where the parchment map was stuck.
"I lost it this afternoon...been taunting me all day."