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Gabriel looking at Edward: I can fix him.

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Relistening "The Vicar and The Rake"
Gabriel looking at Edward: I can fix him.

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Just finished reading "Even so, I will love you tenderly" by Kou Yoneda, the author of "Twittering Birds Never Fly" and "No Touching at All" (and "NightS" but I still haven't read it!)
Deguchi and Onoda are quite sweet, I enjoyed reading about their developing relationships, and see how they overcame their own insecurities and judgements! All in all it was an enjoyable manga.
Not that it matters, but I am wondering if Onoda is bi or demi.
August in Chapter 20:
Frakes whenever August mentions favourite flowers:
August in Chapter 16:

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Currently listening to "The Soldier and the Spy" by Annabelle Greene and absolutely loving it!
I think Mr Collins (ha! P&P moment!) has done an amazing job with the voices, and I especially love his Captain Frakes!
Still can't decide which cover I like most, though.. Thoughts?
@coldreadsā: ā iām just saying, murder is an option. ā
Muscles tighten the very moment the other manās voice reaches his ears, heart thudding against his chest - one, twoĀ - while a rock seemingly settles somewhere about his middle despite the agentās best attempt to remain droll and unperturbed. Harry had sang Patrick JaneāsĀ praises, had sworn up and down that their latest scavenger hunt based on the barest bit of intelligence would be made ten times easier by the addition of outside help ... even Ros had bought into the pitch, spending no less than half an hourĀ regaling the grid with all the ways he could supposedly solve entire mysteries with just a single glance at the wall.Ā
Secrets laid bare, is how she had described it. Sounds like something to see, he had answered.
A thick weight crawls up the back of his throat, that acrid taste of fear that hasnāt coated his tongue since his return from Russia ..he can feel the way Lucas North had struggled against him, the way his throat had given way with little popsĀ until his breaths were nothing more than a twitch that eventually stopped.Ā
Lucas keeps his gaze on the computer screen before him, one hand working the mouse with a carefully constructed veneer of calm, and when he finally turns stormy blues in their temporary additionās direction, the words are nothing more than a droll observation.Ā āKeep throwing out solutions like that and the Home Secretary is going to be quite curious as to how Harry managed to find you.ā Weight shifts as he finally turns to face Patrick fully, leaning against the desk as eyes flicker over the other manās expression as if the agent is doing his absolute best to gauge what the otherās thinking.
āIāve always found murder to be the act of the truly desperate. Surely weāre not so far gone that youāre suggesting it in less than five minutes of being here.ā
PlaysĀ withĀ herĀ labĀ equipment.Ā Ā [Ā touchingĀ everything.Ā ]
š° Ā šš·šøš¼šæš“š Ā šš»šøšæš Ā šš·šš¾šš¶š· Ā šš“š±š“š²š²š°'š Ā š»šøšæš,Ā herĀ visionĀ disfigured,Ā fragmented,Ā bloodĀ poundingĀ inĀ bothĀ ears.Ā heĀ hasĀ pressedĀ everyĀ buttonĀ onĀ theĀ proverbialĀ elevatorĀ toĀ hell,Ā guidingĀ themĀ straightĀ thereĀ inĀ oneĀ fellĀ swoop,Ā orĀ rather,Ā slightĀ tinkeringĀ ofĀ aĀ ššššššššĀ apparatusĀ that'sĀ oneĀ hairĀ awayĀ fromĀ spoiling.
ā please!Ā don'tĀ touchĀ that. āĀ herĀ pleaĀ isĀ desperate,Ā borderingĀ onĀ madnessĀ inĀ wideĀ perfervidĀ huesĀ thatĀ mightĀ asĀ wellĀ pierceĀ aĀ holeĀ intoĀ hisĀ skullĀ ifĀ heĀ wereĀ toĀ continue.Ā sheĀ smoothsĀ outĀ theĀ fabricĀ ofĀ herĀ sweater,Ā findingĀ temporaryĀ comfortĀ inĀ theĀ softnessĀ ofĀ cashmere,Ā eachĀ threadĀ moreĀ ššššššššĀ thanĀ theĀ lastĀ againstĀ litheĀ fingers.
sighing out,Ā a tightĀ lippedĀ smileĀ forcesĀ itsĀ wayĀ betweenĀ rougeĀ cheeks,Ā bouncingĀ atĀ theĀ endsĀ ofĀ herĀ mouthĀ throughĀ šššššššĀ teeth.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āĀ howĀ mayĀ iĀ helpĀ you? ā
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