[ Dick takes it with another flinch, less pronounced than the first. The hood of his brow is faintly miserable, in the rise before the next crest. There isn’t a thread left of him to keep dry.
Whose idea was it for him to go out in this weather, anyway? ]
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Date: 2020-03-14 08:48 pm (UTC)Whose idea was it for him to go out in this weather, anyway? ]
I can.
[ Not the same as ‘I do.’ ]
I haven’t had cause to study the local tradition.