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The house on cerulean sea6/21/2023 ![]() ![]() Chrysanthemums, orange gerberas, and Chinese bellflowers. He didn’t see any sunflowers, but there were calla and Asiatic lilies. Their lights flickered softly, and there came the distant sound of chimes. With red and orange paper lanterns that swung in the breeze. I didn’t-I wasn’t trying to listen in, but that’s what the others said too. How did you-” “ I’m a dog,” Sal snapped at him. “I don’t think I’ve ever said that aside from a private conversation. He’s not- he’s not mean.” “I know that.” “But you said you were investigating him.” Linus frowned. “He doesn’t- he’s not like the others were. I have to prove myself to you, that I have your best interests in mind.” “Arthur is good,” Sal said. But I want you to remember that you have nothing to prove to me. “And I can see why you’d think that with all that you’ve been through. “You could be.” “Perhaps,” Linus admitted. ![]() And you said yourself that I wasn’t like the others.” Sal’s hands were curled into fists again. “They- they’re-I don’t-” “It is where I work,” Linus said. They’re not fond of windows, I think.” “DICOMY,” Sal spat, and Linus cursed inwardly. ![]() He thought this was dangerously personal, but did it really hurt anyone? “I don’t. For all I know, the window might prove to be a distraction.” “ Do you have a window where you work?” Linus shook his head. It doesn’t need to be moved until you’re ready, or even at all. Desk is perfect where it is, if that’s what you want. ![]()
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