"Maybe you have a calling you never dreamed of," she teases, though her voice is still soft, warm. No tears had fallen, though they'd threatened for a time, but all the same she reaches with her free hand to carefully wipe the waterline of her lower eyelid.
"We should . . . talk about happier things. Like . . . when's your birthday?"
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Date: 2017-04-18 03:03 pm (UTC)"We should . . . talk about happier things. Like . . . when's your birthday?"