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Asking this of her wouldn't be easy, he was afraid. Too many bad memories; for both of them. But he can't deny that it's been gnawing at his mind for the past week or so, his thoughts always meandering towards the notion and sticking there. And he can only think of one way to end this, once and for all, although it, again, wasn't sounding like it would be all that pleasant to carry out. But satisfying, in a way that puts a cap on these kind of things. What was the word? Oh. 'Closure'.
Ramon finds where she's seated on the sofa, resting his hands on her shoulders, as though to steady her for what he's about to say. Since he's decided he's just going to state his request flat-out.
"Hippolyta, I want to go back to Old Portland."
Ramon finds where she's seated on the sofa, resting his hands on her shoulders, as though to steady her for what he's about to say. Since he's decided he's just going to state his request flat-out.
"Hippolyta, I want to go back to Old Portland."