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"Are you ever going to put her down?" 9 watched 6's mop of hair sway as he shook his head. "No." "Six—" "Nope. Never…never ever." 0, for her part, wasn't complaining. It felt good to be back in her right mind, even if she was still fighting off the blackness that crept around the very edges. Having 6 there helped. He'd scooped her up in the snow and was currently in the process of carrying her back to the library with the rest of the search and rescue party. She was wrapped in 1's blue cloak and warming back up, but it was slow going. "She's going to have to walk on her own sometime," 5 laughed. "Not yet." 6 hiked 0 up a littl

somehow since i have had you in my bed tasted the scent of your hair on my pillow snuggling with the cat is not the same

1. Poppy saw him first when she was 16, in the breakfast aisle. "Vhat kind of cereal did you vant?" the older man with a youthful bright blue mohawk and tattoos snaking up and down his arms said into his cell phone. "Captain Crunch, right? Please do not yell." He paused and Poppy stepped up beside him. "All right. Da. I vill be dere soon." He closed the phone and muttered, under his breath, "Nikto ne govorit na Russkom zdes." Haltingly, Poppy replied, "Ya nemnogo govoryu." The man looked at her, his brown eyebrows shooting up and a grin twitching the corner of his mouth. She replied, with a warm smile of her own, "I studied a little in scho