[ What should be an easy I don’t manifests as a scoff through his teeth, half a grin tell-tale before he can iron it into a grimace behind the scrub of his left hand. ]
Not as such, [ he says, turning to slant a brow at her in her recline. ]
Probably not at all anymore, if I’m honest. [ You know -- in that unlikely circumstance. Was that a ring? ]
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Not as such, [ he says, turning to slant a brow at her in her recline. ]
Probably not at all anymore, if I’m honest. [ You know -- in that unlikely circumstance. Was that a ring? ]
What rites weren’t you given?