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his patience resides in a minimal amount, but even that seems to dwindle when faced with scarhead. "so was that," he responds blithely.
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it is puzzling, ๐ฎ๐น๐บ๐ผ๐๐ laughable the heights the mystery flower placer will go in order to place a splash of colour.
he is not annoyed, merely . . . entertained.
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"twenty," he murmurs numbly, and she looks up quizzically, he brushes aside the silent question, gesturing for her to turn so he can drape the jewellery across her โถ