[ Grell attempts to pull the comb through the locks over her shoulder, but it just tugs and-- doesn't do much else. Frowning, she feels like she's doing something very long, and she can't remember what that is.
But William's comment gets a glance out of her. It's almost nice of him to say! ]
And that was more than one hundred years ago, you said?
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But William's comment gets a glance out of her. It's almost nice of him to say! ]
And that was more than one hundred years ago, you said?