[All of Quentin's own boats had looked like the kind a kid would make, large and triangular, with the rocks sitting in them like passengers and his letters for his friends, his dad and the ones who might never have even existed in the first place. But writing them a letter had helped. The overwhelming wave of calm that came after had helped more.]
Did-- wait, you drew a turtle face? How? Is-- are turtles something special to you? Not judging. Just asking.
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Did-- wait, you drew a turtle face? How? Is-- are turtles something special to you? Not judging. Just asking.