Harrow, fastidious to a fault, wipes her mouth on Gideon's sheet on the perpendicular bed before she rejoins her cavalier, squeezing into the margin between Gideon's bicep and her serratus anterior and wrapping an arm across her torso. "My Griddle," she murmurs.
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Date: 2020-11-10 11:13 pm (UTC)