I nod and lay back with her, turning on my stomach and wrapping an arm around her as I set my head on her shoulder, "Wanna talk about it? I find that helps."
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She buries her face in my neck and I flash a smile, closing my own eyes.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
“Can a magician kill a man by magic?” Lord Wellington asked Strange.
Strange frowned. He seemed to dislike the question. “I suppose a magician might,” he admitted, “but a gentleman never could.” — Susanna Clarke, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell