“You should stay!” I blurt out. Too loudly. A man standing next to us scowls at me. Shepard tilts his head and looks down at me. He bites his bottom lip. “You should stay,” I say again. More sanely. “Penelope . . .” he says quietly, “I’m not even here legally.” “You know that’s not an issue, Shepard.” “It never seems to be for you . . .” I’m holding on to the pole with both hands. “There’s still so much you haven’t seen. Piccadilly Circus, the Tower of London. There are magickal swans in Oxford, we could take a day trip. And then Scotland—great snakes, you could probably bond with the Loch
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