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The book of love is long and boring
That Loren's father had held such a coincidentally similar secret made Sam smile and as they met eyes, he laughed. "It was...very much like what you just said, actually." While he wouldn't reveal Amalia's identity still, it was too much of a coincidence to not comment on. "I discovered my father...well, me and my twin sister were not the only children." It still felt bizarre to say, the revelation still new in his mind. Did Evie know yet, he wondered.
"Mmm..maybe it's about finding the moments of peace and quiet...between the chaotic ones." He suggested as the town came into view before them, wondering when his next peaceful minute might come, though this walk had to be a close contender. "Finding the things that make you happy. It's why I've gone back to making my books so much lately...it fills the void, I suppose."
Unless Loren had anything vitally important to discuss, he would continue to chatter until they reached the domiciles, at an hour that he was beginning to worry was too bright for him, holding his hands over his face. "I have some clothes you can borrow...they were Nate's, so they should fit you."
"Mmm..maybe it's about finding the moments of peace and quiet...between the chaotic ones." He suggested as the town came into view before them, wondering when his next peaceful minute might come, though this walk had to be a close contender. "Finding the things that make you happy. It's why I've gone back to making my books so much lately...it fills the void, I suppose."
Unless Loren had anything vitally important to discuss, he would continue to chatter until they reached the domiciles, at an hour that he was beginning to worry was too bright for him, holding his hands over his face. "I have some clothes you can borrow...they were Nate's, so they should fit you."
No one can lift the damn thing
