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(It's the second day of spring and it is appropriately gorgeous.
To celebrate this, ARTHUR is out, reclining on a hammock he's hung between two trees. He isn't too far from the Mansion at all. His eyes are closed and there's a book open and face down on his chest; he may be sleeping, he may not be, but he is the picture of utter adorable no matter what. Really. He's wearing sandals.)
To celebrate this, ARTHUR is out, reclining on a hammock he's hung between two trees. He isn't too far from the Mansion at all. His eyes are closed and there's a book open and face down on his chest; he may be sleeping, he may not be, but he is the picture of utter adorable no matter what. Really. He's wearing sandals.)