“What—" My voice catches, and I stare at him, blinking like maybe the duck will disappear if I look hard enough. “What the hell are you doing here? And what is that?” I point at the duck because, honestly, what the fuck? “It’s a duck,” Xed says like that explains anything. His tone is flat, but there’s a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. “Obviously.” “No, I mean—" I rub my eyes, still in disbelief. “Why are you holding a duck at my front door, Xed?” He shuffles his feet awkwardly, looking down at the duck like it’ll explain everything. “It’s… a peace offering.” “A duck is your peace
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