[Because Quentin does remember, even if it was a year or so go, how it went. How he had to swallow it all way down and go be life partners with someone else for a while and he smiles, still holding on to the delicious-looking pastry as he sits down on a chair.
So, yeah. They're doing this.]
Really? How, I mean, not that I don't believe you or. You know. But-- what are you doing? Cutting down trees out back? And it's a quest. Kind of. A small one.
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[Because Quentin does remember, even if it was a year or so go, how it went. How he had to swallow it all way down and go be life partners with someone else for a while and he smiles, still holding on to the delicious-looking pastry as he sits down on a chair.
So, yeah. They're doing this.]
Really? How, I mean, not that I don't believe you or. You know. But-- what are you doing? Cutting down trees out back? And it's a quest. Kind of. A small one.