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how he longs for the hair of the dog that bit him last night. lovesick and goaded by mrs. adams to lay each detail out for her easy consumption (and his hard acceptance), kenneth took to the bottle as enthusiastically as he’s wont to when hope turns for the futile.

naturally, the last person he wants to see — with a painful squint from behind thick shades — is the first person he does.

‘ o-uh! ’ why limit himself to just the one vowel sound? ‘ your highness! ’

@freamed!

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freamed.

perching her fingers solidly beneath her chin, mary offers charlie a small– and entirely fulsome– smile. it’s as telling as red touching yellow. ‘ you do love me, don’t you? ’

charlie matches her beat for beat, part for part, tooth for tooth. even his intonation is a perfect echo of mary’s. ‘ you don’t take me for a sap, do you? ’

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