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Joseph felt a drip of juice flow down the inside of his thigh, his prong having swollen slowly since he'd caught sight of the first cards being displayed and the tempting posters on the walls. He looked back to the irrelevant page of the book he was holding, nothing more than a prop to allow him to seem distracted and busy. He wondered who young Henry was referring to. Had he really met with another to share Grace between them? It certainly seemed to be the case and for a moment he felt a pang of jealousy, which was entirely unexpected and disconcerted him greatly.
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Oof, don’t mind me. Just over here waiting with, almost, bated breath.😉