#potc:tcw

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yes or no but no maybes not gonna beg so don’t make me { x } 

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I look at you and can’t help but wonder, James. What was your mother like? { x }

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what’s thirty years against eternity? { x }

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. . .here we are { x }

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                  So they can try but they can't touch                              You gotta look up to us

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i hope you get everything you wished for { x }

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James + Jess + Love Songs [ been chasing each other / I was waiting, long time waiting ] { x } - { x } 

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She stood at the door, chin raised as if expecting opposition. Her gaze rested firmly upon her husband. Lawrence was shrewd enough to catch the crackle of energy between them.

However, he was not ready to relinquish his son yet. “Whatever you have to say, I am sure my presence won’t be a hindrance.”

Jessica’s eyebrow quirked. “I beg to differ, Admiral.” She finally regarded him with a gimlet stare. “Unless you would like to witness me making up with my husband, and let me be clear, I’ve had a great deal of wine tonight and judging by the amount of scotch left in that decanter my husband is sufficiently looser than usual so there’s likely to be some rather furious disrobing and broken crockery.” She waved a hand as Lawrence nearly turned purple. “But be my guest.”

James tried to hide the quick curve of his mouth by lifting his glass and taking a swig of scotch.