"That's not true," Lucas says indignantly, and Sam rolls his eyes.
"It's commonly accepted as a truth in philosophical circles - it's like the saying you can never go over the same river twice - either you or the river has changed in the moments between."
"This is not a theological debate," Edlyn drawls from her corner, tamping down her cigarette with slender fingers before flicking it into the waste basket and leaning over to put her head in Peter's lap.
Sorry for the repeated deleting and reposting, I keep catching huge mistakes.
They can't go back now, not back to where they belong, not back to the farce of a home in the dusty streets of London, for they have given it all up, given it up for this.
Sam frowns as Lucas, grinning cheerfully, hands him several wallets, ranging from fat leather ones to skinny ones made from scraps.
"Now we really can't go back," he murmurs, fingering a familiar wallet monogrammed with the initials "HP," and Edlyn, from her seat on Peter's lap, snorts.
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"It's commonly accepted as a truth in philosophical circles - it's like the saying you can never go over the same river twice - either you or the river has changed in the moments between."
"This is not a theological debate," Edlyn drawls from her corner, tamping down her cigarette with slender fingers before flicking it into the waste basket and leaning over to put her head in Peter's lap.
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They can't go back now, not back to where they belong, not back to the farce of a home in the dusty streets of London, for they have given it all up, given it up for this.
Sam frowns as Lucas, grinning cheerfully, hands him several wallets, ranging from fat leather ones to skinny ones made from scraps.
"Now we really can't go back," he murmurs, fingering a familiar wallet monogrammed with the initials "HP," and Edlyn, from her seat on Peter's lap, snorts.
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