There was that wonderful experience of him mentally berating himself for his lack of a private garden. How he'd love to see her running about in the rain, free-spirted, and uninhibited. Now that was something he'd love to paint.
"Ah...your dress. If it's bothering you. You could...rid of it. You're safe here, of course. Like before. I'm only saying..."
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Date: 2013-10-13 03:24 am (UTC)"Ah...your dress. If it's bothering you. You could...rid of it. You're safe here, of course. Like before. I'm only saying..."