I don’t mind sharing, but he’s really too small to fit into my stuff, and Valen’s are a little too tight. Maybe now he’ll have some that fit just right. “Fucking Goldilocks,” I grumble, hating that I’m thinking in nursery rhyme. “I’m a little concerned with how much you despise a fictional character.” Valen stretches his arms over his head. “Really? Because I’m not. She’s a thief and a liar. What’s there to like?” Valen arches an imperious eyebrow. “For starters, do you know her backstory? No. All we get is that one day she wandered in. What if her family was starving her? Did you ever think
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