[ there it is again, the flirtation that couldn’t possibly be specific to him, but seems that way sometimes. a ripple in the shallows, just as easily the work of the wind as an elegant hand. ]
Your winning smile? Your scathing literary critiques? Your impeccable timing?
[ when gale begins closing the chapel for the night and hears his featherlight gait. ]
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Your winning smile? Your scathing literary critiques? Your impeccable timing?
[ when gale begins closing the chapel for the night and hears his featherlight gait. ]