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Get me out of this house.
“I had to stock up on knuckle-dusters.”
“I’ll chance the pneumonia,” I respond dryly.
“And then tomorrow evening you can come back over here again,”
“See you tomorrow, River.”
and I found no incriminating items belonging to the room’s previous resident as I worked my way around it. Trust me, I checked.
“What are the little tabs for?” His eyes are back on the book stacks, much to my horror. “I tab the useful bits of information. Vivid and grotesque murder scenes, for example.”
he tugs at my shirt sleeve to pull me closer to him.
wrapped up with a little ribbon, there is a tiny perfect wooden bookcase.
“Only with you.”
“Then it’s a good thing I’m not a priest.”
“I need you to say yes or no, River,”
“Your name, across my knuckles,”
“Why do you keep saying that I ruined everything for us? How can you say that? I would have done anything for you.”
Kit Kenobi.
“Well, you won’t be eating,”
The reason why he’s rippling with tension is because he’s about to bust a nut.
“‘Extra, extra, extra large’,”
“I’m gonna… I’m gonna take you so gentle,”
“Because you turned eighteen yesterday, baby,” he says softly, “so I had to come and get my girl.”
“And I’m gonna take care of you now. For as long as you’ll let me.”
we pick up where we left off.

