I know it's too soon!
My Quirks is still an infant! Boxes of books and black stones and new Sharpies! But I miss the movies in my mind. And so...
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When he returned, he had a plate of cold turkey, two buttermilk biscuits, and a tiny glass bowl of honey. He nodded, and the two men started eating off the same plate, without utensils, silently filling the emptiness. They dipped into the same honey, overlooking the sticky crumbs left by the other, the burden of words behind them, now.
