And what would that be? His voice was back to being guarded. We were in the center ring of the Circus of the Damned. I think she'd been mean on purpose, because I wasn't helping her keep the other groomsmen in line. Now he leaned on his counter, head in his hands, looking ill.
He did what I'd seen in his head, he did what I'd offered. Suddenly the emptiness spilled away, replaced by panic. Why, does it bother you? Yes, I said, with as much dignity as I could muster, pulling my skirt down over my hips. Not the real thing.
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