WITH HIS HEAD SNUGGLED right atop her thigh and a bowl of popcorn balanced perfectly between his head and her leg, there’s a sudden thought back to the nanny who had raised him herself. while there was an extensive list of things he was grateful to gloria for, one of the top contenders probably had to be for introducing the two to one another, and for teaching august a lesson in apologizing the same day. “hey, you still keep in contact with moira?” he suddenly asks, turning his head ( as he had forgotten the balance of the bowl relied solely on him being still ), and as a result having the bowl topple over. “ah, shit,” he groans, getting up from the position he had made himself comfortable in to help in cleaning up bits of popcorn from his carpet. “i haven’t talked to sofia in a while, actually.”
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