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It was beautiful--and frustrating if you wanted to shower your h? He had been looking forward to a new receptacle for his gifty exuberance

Nothing had been touched under the tree, however

Even though Christone, the presents remained unopened, not just his and Mary’s and Bitty’s, but the whole household’s The gifts were just sitting there, a visible representation of joy that had been rerouted into fear and sadness

Hell, if those precisely wrapped boxes and their sloppy, gloriously misshapen compatriots had been fruit, they would have been decayed and fly-ridden, their previously perfect paper skins and satin bows eroded into rot

"She loves Nalla," Mary commented

There was only one "she" between them No need for a proper noun

"She does"

"Bella appreciates the help"

"And Bitty is earning a littlein flat tones, not because they didn’t care, but because they desperately wished they were free to care--

The scent of Turkish tobacco was the first clue The heavy falls of shitkickers heading their as the second

Both he and his Mary jerked off the cushions And Rhage knew that for the rest of his life, he was going to re open and the birthed son of the Scribe Virgin striding in

Vishous was back from South Carolina early

And what do you know, it was ioateed, tattooed face Mostly because the brother was drinking Grey Goose right out of a bottle

V kicked the door shut behind hiht over As he sat across from them, he replaced the vodka at his lips with a hand-rolled--which at least gave Rhage a little more surface area to try and tea-leaf the Brother’s expression

No luck, but given that those dia his?

Yeah, he knehere this was going before V opened his piehole

"He checks out," the Brother said "His whole story"