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[color=39b54a][b]Rick Hoover[/b][/color]

[color=39b54a]''hmm yeah I will totally sit still while you are outside. Nora you and I know that that is not going to happen. At least take me with you to the location. I won't insist on being at the meeting self but please, I worry for you as well''[/color] Rick said not agreeing with her. [color=39b54a]''You know me, you know deep inside of you that I will follow you anyway''[/color] Rick spoke desperate, fear was forged into his words as he spoke them. 

Really, Nora was 500 years old. Back in the day girls listened to their husbands without question, where did that went? He was glad though, that Nora was not a meek little doll doing everthing he wanted her to do. No he rather enjoyed her wildness and independency, she was a strong woman, to strong for Rick to handle from time to time. But rigth now he wished she would listen.

[color=39b54a]''Let me come with you, my wife''[/color] He begged but her mind was unbendable. Rick had laid his hands on her shoulder and sofly squeezed them. He sighed before he slid out of bed and into his cloths.

[color=39b54a]''Nora, am I that much of a burden to you?''[/color] He asked saddend before he left the room for the kitchen. He was hungry and to be honest a bit frustrated. He knew he was a burden to her, he had awlways been. His humanitly had always slowed them down.