Still, I can’t celebrate just yet...
I turn to Henry when he’s finished talking. “What did you get?” I want to know.
He raises his eyebrows. He looks more well rested than he did the last time I saw him; his skin smooth as glass, dark hair falling in neat waves over his forehead, not a single wrinkle to be seen on his uniform. I wonder, briefly, if he ever gets tired of being so perfect all the time.
Theyre giving
— Nov 02, 2022 12:25PM
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