[ God, now he really wants to throw up. Is this real? His totem is out, played between fingers that long ago memorized its edges and divets. This must be, but it sure doesn't feel it.
He doesn't ask if Arthur means it. Of course he means it. (He doubts more the fact that he's actually read this and isn't experiencing the worst bout of dyslexia known on-record. ]
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He doesn't ask if Arthur means it. Of course he means it. (He doubts more the fact that he's actually read this and isn't experiencing the worst bout of dyslexia known on-record. ]
Here or the flat in Amsterdam?