I could go for quieter. [ Said with the enthusiasm of a man swinging right past a difficult conversational moment. It's funny; he'd forgotten this rhythm, her stepping in the path of anything that would hurt him and him throwing himself on social landmines for her, the two of them perpetually caught in this fucked-up dual orbit. It came back to him so readily. Like riding a bike. ]
Maybe we'll find you something a little less hard on the teeth, Annabel.
[ A man can dream. He smiles all through her letting hot cider dribble out of her mouth, like this is normal. ]
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Maybe we'll find you something a little less hard on the teeth, Annabel.
[ A man can dream. He smiles all through her letting hot cider dribble out of her mouth, like this is normal. ]