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                ┇BLOOD OF THE BOHEMIAN. ┇           

                            && a grin springs onto her face, sudden
                            and bright              a fragment of sunlight
                            peeking  through  the  clouds.      cosette
                            wonders if all people are like this            
                            like they have   galaxies swirling around
                            in their eyes.

                                             ❛   you owe me nothing, i assure you.   ❜

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          “—-You say that now…”

               But he’s already given up, recognizes
            the twist of sincerity wound in her smile,
             the glow of amusement she’s radiating.
            It is her dress, after all. This stranger he
             has yet introduced himself to.

                                                          “I apologize– again for my
                                                         carelessness. I hope I didn’t
                                                           t o t a l l y  ruin your day.”