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William T. Spears (
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2020-01-22 05:24 am (UTC)
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You will be my Crimson Rose, then. Though I believe I'll keep it to special, private moments.
[ Like now, he supposes. But when her leg slides over his, it makes him startle slightly. ]
Your feet are absurdly cold.
[ He fidgets with the blankets as best he can in their position, but not much is changed. ]
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[ Like now, he supposes. But when her leg slides over his, it makes him startle slightly. ]
Your feet are absurdly cold.
[ He fidgets with the blankets as best he can in their position, but not much is changed. ]