Genevieve laughs. "What books do you, like then?" Please tell her that she wasn't blushing, please please please. They passed by the duck pond, where the sunset was glittering off the ripples in the water and throwing the trees into stark black silhouettes.
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Date: 2015-12-08 03:21 am (UTC)