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i love the way you draw fem roger’s hair. so curly and full!

“ Jack stood against the rain-streaked window like a storm cloud given shape, tense shoulders outlined by grey afternoon light. His pale fingers hovered near his mouth where he'd been chewing at his thumbnail again, the skin around it raw and angry. It was a nervous habit he'd brought back from the island and never seemed able to stop. Maurice hated how immediately he noticed things like that now. ”

“Mum…” Jacquelin murmured, eyes still closed.