What's this? A Hofferson calling themselves small and fragile? Blasphemy is afoot I say!
[He's pretty sure she's used it before in context of his feelings, but referring to herself? Never.]
Does it speak more than poetry? Appearing outside thy window in the cold? A bouquet of roses and a charming smile? Oh how foolish of me to skip out on my legs, my laziness is my folly.
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[He's pretty sure she's used it before in context of his feelings, but referring to herself? Never.]
Does it speak more than poetry? Appearing outside thy window in the cold? A bouquet of roses and a charming smile? Oh how foolish of me to skip out on my legs, my laziness is my folly.
[Whoops, he's doing it again.]