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The book of love is long and boring
Sam did not comment further on optimism, seeing Zidane's face - a face he knew well from his own mirror, having often felt like statements about happiness or positive thinking were specially designed kicks for him while he was down. Besides, he had yet to see if it were even true in his own life, never mind anyone elses.
He had not actually expected Zidane to have anything on his person so as the pouch appeared Sam watched it carefully, eyebrows raising at the sight of the gemstone. "Very beautiful indeed...one of them would indeed pay for the book." He wasn't quite sure what he'd do with it yet, but Sam had always been a collector (the distinct between a hoarder and a collector, he thought, was that a collector curated) and thought the stone might make a good piece for his home. "Thank you."
He had not actually expected Zidane to have anything on his person so as the pouch appeared Sam watched it carefully, eyebrows raising at the sight of the gemstone. "Very beautiful indeed...one of them would indeed pay for the book." He wasn't quite sure what he'd do with it yet, but Sam had always been a collector (the distinct between a hoarder and a collector, he thought, was that a collector curated) and thought the stone might make a good piece for his home. "Thank you."
No one can lift the damn thing
