[ Bastien grins, touched by this imaginary violence, and raises the arm By isn’t lying on to press the back of his hand to his forehead in a pantomime swoon. ]
My hero.
[ The cushions were smart. If they were on their feet, he might try to make Byerly actually catch him. ]
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My hero.
[ The cushions were smart. If they were on their feet, he might try to make Byerly actually catch him. ]
He was good, though.