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Jenson peered behind her shoulder to watch Zachary stack boxes. So...cute. She grinned at her thought and then about the fact that she couldn't read his mind. Her eyebrows lowered, it was weird, she had never not been able to read someone's mind before. She decided to try it again. She pushed into his head as hard as she could, closing her eyes to concentrate. She wanted his ideas, his memories. She wanted to know the things that he wouldn't be willing to tell her. She sighed, failing. She cursed herself under her breath, wondering what the reason was. Maybe he is the one..." She thought turning back to the stack of games in front of her. She began placing them in the proper places before glancing back at Zachary again to talk. "What do you wanna do when we finish cleaning?" She asked.