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It is an insomnial night, clouds and oddly stuffy, the kind of night where you can't ever get comfortable enough to sleep.
Armand being in love is not helping this.
At all.
It must be love, for why else would he be up this late? It must be love, for why else is he making his fingers ache and ache just for the sake of, well.
A hollow piece of wood with strings?
Armand being in love is not helping this.
At all.
It must be love, for why else would he be up this late? It must be love, for why else is he making his fingers ache and ache just for the sake of, well.
A hollow piece of wood with strings?