[ The hug surprises her, for some reason, but she settles into it. It's the easiest thing to wrap her other arm around her and press her face briefly against his shoulder. He smells like booze, mostly. It shouldn't make her miss Roth, but there it is, a dull ache in her chest.
She leans back and tries for a smile, fighting back the tears. Really, she's being ridiculous. ]
I will. I don't have any as exciting as drunk French ornithologists, but I have a few.
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She leans back and tries for a smile, fighting back the tears. Really, she's being ridiculous. ]
I will. I don't have any as exciting as drunk French ornithologists, but I have a few.