“I try my best.”
The warmth transfers to the metal, but it never finds him; as much as it was his arm, it wasn’t actually a part of him. Even if he wanted it to be.
“You’ve been alright, I hope?”
The warmth transfers to the metal, but it never finds him; as much as it was his arm, it wasn’t actually a part of him. Even if he wanted it to be.
“You’ve been alright, I hope?”
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“and a little sweeter, i might have to add,” her own ceramic mug met her lips, warmth seeping into her palms.
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