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    ◤🌹◢     Jealous that he has the right to choose.                   Jealous that he manages to be happy.                   Jealous that he isn’t ever   a f r a i d.                   Jealous that everyone loves him—                                               —even he does.

    ◤🌹◢          “Of course I would! Who needs                   those delusional fools anyway…?!”

    ◤🌹◢     "…….I could deal with poverty.”

    ◤🌹◢     "…….What?”

    ◤🌹◢     “If I marry her, can I kill her afterward?”

    ◤🌹◢     “Moths. Definitely moths.”

    ◤🌹◢     No--he isn't crying.                     Surely not. Surely.

    ◤🌹◢     "Then congratulations. You've succeeded."

    ◤🌹◢     Never let them see you   f l i n c h.                            "...Don't you have a master                            to be getting back to, dog?"

    ◤🌹◢     "----What's that?" Surely it wasn't a suitcase.                   Surely he wasn't staying for any period of time...!                   For what purpose...?! What could he want from                   him that would take longer than a few minutes?!                   The very thought had him shaking. If Solomon had                   reason to bring his belongings, it could only spell                                                                       [ trouble. ]