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[ —It's not at all respectable how dry this makes his mouth. ]

Guess I should get to work then.

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[ She smiles to herself and nurses some small thrill of anticipation. Her expectations have risen just enough that she can feel herself looking forward to his elegant penmanship beyond the spanreed back-and-forth, but fit and resized into the margins of a book. One of hers — which provides an even chance of already having a scattering of her notes within its pages. Another different thrill.

And like a little puzzle piece, she adds: ]

Choose wisely.

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[ The spanreed makes a puddle of ink where it's pressed into the paper, unmoving. Don't, he scolds himself as his pulse pitter-patters. Don't make this into something it isn't. ]

Good night, mon amie.