[ That makes it twice in two days he's felt like crying, albeit for very different reasons. With his heart made of mush he plucks a rose from overhead (no thorns!) and tickles Molly's nose with the petals. ]
Don't tell the Moonweaver, but I think she loves you too. [ Kissing a curl-strewn forehead. ] Like I do.
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Don't tell the Moonweaver, but I think she loves you too. [ Kissing a curl-strewn forehead. ] Like I do.
Good morning, sunshine.