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Koh demonstrating how to make a toga of a bed-sheet and sending Blue and Gansey into a cluttered bedroom to change. It was Gansey politely turning his back as she undressed and then Blue turning hers – maybe turning hers. It was Blue’s shoulder and her collarbone and her legs and her throat and her laugh her laugh her laugh. He couldn’t stop looking at her, and here, it didn’t matter, because no one here cared that they were together. Here, he could play his fingers over her fingers as they stood close, she could lean her cheek on his bare shoulder, he could hook his ankle playfully in hers, she could catch herself with an arm around his waist. Here he was unbelievably greedy for that laugh.

It was just that there was something newly powerful about this assembled family in the car. They were all growing up and into each other like trees striving together for the sun.

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    -𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖪𝗂𝗇𝗀'𝗌 𝖬𝖾𝗇, 𝖭𝗈𝗋𝖺 𝖲𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗏𝗂𝖼

— want one? no more, please!

Richard Gansey III had forgotten how many times he had been told he was destined for greatness.

“The journey is binding.”

Blue: *sighs* Henry, you’re Korean.