[Hayley rolls her eyes and steps back up to the window. She pushes it open a little more, about three-quarters now, and then reaches out to take the coffee from him. The girl stares for a moment, wondering with a sort of detachment at how she has arrived at this ludicrous situation with a skeleton hovering outside her window and bringing her coffee. Then she turns away, returning to her bed to leave him to enter on his own.]
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