[his eyes wince. that's not what he meant! only...it's hard to adjust to being given a surplus, when one's lived an entire life with mostly nothing of his own.
but he doesn't want to insult her, so he quickly sets to opening things up at her request, stopping midway when a thought strikes, holding a pack of markers in hand.]
This is sort of like...the stuff they have at the center...
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but he doesn't want to insult her, so he quickly sets to opening things up at her request, stopping midway when a thought strikes, holding a pack of markers in hand.]
This is sort of like...the stuff they have at the center...