Or whatever those words were exactly when he took them from the joke on one of his letters, wrapped them in the weight of a voice she somehow still knew maybe even better than she knew her own, and carved into her bones having to hear it out loud, too. A topic she still wasn't sure if it was more joke or not. But, then. There was this, too.
Luther calling her. To congratulate her. Which she can handle, right? ]
Oh. Uh — thanks. There's no definite knowing how it'll go until that night, but thank you.
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Or whatever those words were exactly when he took them from the joke on one of his letters, wrapped them in the weight of a voice she somehow still knew maybe even better than she knew her own, and carved into her bones having to hear it out loud, too. A topic she still wasn't sure if it was more joke or not. But, then. There was this, too.
Luther calling her. To congratulate her. Which she can handle, right? ]
Oh. Uh — thanks. There's no definite knowing how it'll go until that night, but thank you.