This was the kiss he’d been waiting for. It was a gunshot. It was prairie fire. It was the spin of Makker’s Wheel. Jesper felt the pounding of his heart—or was it Wylan’s?—like a stampede in his chest, and the only thought in his head was a happy, startled, Oh.
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OH MY FUCKING GOD
AHHHHHHH
BIRTHDAY BOY TOMORROW!!!
MY BABY!!!
I'M SO PROUD OF HIM, 47 YEARS YOUNG!!!!!!!!!!
MY SWEET LITTLE SNOOKUMS
MY HONEY BOO BEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Matt, describing the bit of material they found : "You, Laudna, in particular, being familiar with the darker, more moisture-based portion of natural spaces..."
Laudna, looking at Imogen :
Imogen, looking at Laudna :
bonus, we got another one of these :
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