I pushed my eyebrows together in concern. Okay...? Uh oh, he was losing it. I gave him a sheepish smile. “And I like pink and cream,” I slowly nodded, trying to be empathetic. He chuckled. “For my bracelet, Elora,” he gave me a pointed look. “Oh, right,” I let out a huff of air. Thank goodness, I was getting worried about him for a second. I crossed my arms across my tummy. “You know, you can’t blame me for thinking you lost your marbles for a second. You’re rambling about who knows what. Not to mention you’re thousands of years old; you’re probably due for a mental breakdown,” I said quickly.
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