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A little moment of understanding that feels weirdly nice, given that it comes from a guy who I’m not entirely convinced isn’t a tea cozy cursed by a witch to live as a real-life boy.
Miles gets this massive black stallion because of course he does, and within just a few minutes, the two of us are in Holyrood Park behind the palace, riding on horses like people who just fell in love in a tampon commercial.
“Sorry, I’m not used to gunfire going off right by my head,” I tell him, and Gilly looks at me, puzzled. “But you’re American,” he says, and then, before I can reply, he shouts, “Pull!”
