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... lutch their coffee like lifelines. Me? I clutched my sanity—because Celestia was already halfway through dismantling it.
We’d barely sat down when she leaned across the desk, chin propped on her palm, eyes glittering with mischief.
"Husband," she whispered, dragging the word out like honey. "Your handwriting is so ugly. It looks like... mm, like chicken scratch. No—duck scratch. No—" she tilted her head, "—like a dying pigeon."
I closed my notebook halfway, sighed. "Val, ...
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